#the back tooth in the top right side of my mouth is digging into the back of my mouth

[boy-above]

hello everyone i have a dentist appointment tomorrow, pls send good vibes to see if they can make my mouth stop fucken hurting

[star-har]

hi lovey 🩷 may i request gojo x reader tooth rotting fluff where she makes him fairy bread for first time, or baking a pie that he hasn’t tried yet before. we know how he’s an absolute sweet tooth and would lose his mind over his lover feeding into his addiction lol 🍬 loved nightmare so much :’)

“i made you a snack.”

you stand in the doorway to the living room and gojo’s sprawled on the sofa, lights dim as he switches pause on whichever reality show he’s stumbled on this time.

he turns to look at you with furrowed brows and a smile. “just what are you doing up this late, hmm?” he sweeps his legs off the couch, silently asking you to take the seat beside him.

this is one of those nights gojo is struggling to sleep. the gash in his side is painful, a sharp throb spiking his back with white, hot pain every few minutes. and no amount of painkillers are helping, really.

“i made a snack!” you smile, pushing off the door frame, carrying a plate of what looks like toast.

“a snack,” gojo repeats, turning to face you automatically as you fall beside him, one leg thrown over his lap and the other crossed beneath you.

you offer a nod. “it’s a turkish snack.”

gojo’s heart warms and his blood bubbles, eyes softening. he knows it’s an attempt at comforting him and his aching side, and you’ve never been a night owl — so the gesture of you waking up this late just to ease some of his pain makes gojo wants to kiss you senseless.

he nearly does, mind you. if it weren’t for that plate in your hand, he’d have tackled you into the couch as soon as you sat down.

“woah— that smells— woah.” he pauses and snatches one of the desserts off the plate.

“it’s called bal kaymak.” you start, smiling as he digs his teeth into it, snapping off a bite. “it’s basically just toast, cream, and then honey on top.”

he groans and licks his fingers of the dripping honey sliding down to his palms. “this is just—" he cuts himself off to swipe some cream off his lip. “this is just cream, honey, and bread?”

“mhm.”

“really?”

“yes.”

“holy fuck,” he curses, staring incredulously at the toast in his hand and he eagerly snags another bite.

you grab your own toast and snatch a bite too. “i knew you’d like it!”

“you do realize it’s midnight, right?” he says then, leaning back against a cushion, comfortable.

you snort. “please, like you’ve never had a midnight snack.”

he shrugs, leaning in for a kiss which you give happily, lips slanting with his. his tongue sweeps your bottom lip, swiping off the honey that lingers there.

“hey, you stole my toast,” you pout when you catch the empty plate in your lap and he shoves the entire dessert into his mouth.

you quickly realize then his little kiss had merely been a distraction to keep your notice away from his thievery. you scowl.

he scoffs lazily. “what?” his voice is muffled from the toast.

“‘toru!” you smack his arm and turn around, pushing off from his side but he drags you back with a sharp tug of your hand, dropping you into his lap.

“i’m thorry!” he mumbles then moans as you nudge his forehead with your thumb, pressing your knees into his hips.

his gash hurts with the movement, but he musters his pain and swallows the remnants of your bal kaymak, hands holding your hips.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he says, voice dropping to a low thrum, lips sliding to the crevice of your neck, tracing up your throat.

“no.” gojo smiles— ever the stubborn woman.

“oh, come on,” he sighs, pecking your lips. “i’ll watch a movie with you.”

another kiss.

“I’ll stay home from work tomorrow.”

another kiss and this one piques your interest. “you will?”

“add another one of those toasts into this deal,” he whispers and nudges your hips further against him, lips on your collarbone. “and i’ll have you for dessert next,”

you grin and clamber from his lap, bounding to the kitchen.

gojo finds then, that his gash, is not a pain that will matter when you’re back by his side anyway.

———

i thought this would turn out betterrr but oh well!! thank you for this suggestion love it was so cute! my friend introduced me to this snack one day and I actually fell in love and so as soon as i saw this request, i knew just which treat i was going to do!! thank you so much mwahh ik it’s not the pie or fairy bread u requested but I still hope u enjoyed!

tysm nightmares was sm fun to write I’m so glad u enjoyed !

kisses,

har <3

[thegnomelord]

Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[delcakoo]

txt’s reaction to you randomly saying marry me .˚◞♡ ⃗

requested

PAIRING ! txt x gn!reader

WC ! 1.4k

GENRE ! est relationship, tooth rotting fluff

a/n: first txt post wooo! pls lmk if u want me to write for them more T-T

// CHOI YEONJUN!

after a long shower, your boyfriend emerges from the washroom with nothing but a towel secured around his waist, ruffling his black strands up messily.

feeling your ogling, yeonjun sends you a flirty wink before turning to his closet, scanning the shelved arrangements of clothing. you shamelessly admire his back profile from the bed as his arms flex firmly, reaching up to grab a plain white tee-shirt off it’s rack.

perhaps it was because of how beautiful your boyfriend looked, but you impulsively allow the first words that form in your brain to tumble out of your mouth. “marry me,” you blurt.

he pauses, turning back around to face you with a cocky smirk plastered across his lips. “what?”

your gaze wanders between his smug expression and the water cascading from his locks to his bare chest, a soft blush painting your cheeks as he stares you down. “uh..” you swallow.

yeonjun simpers further, throwing his shirt to the side before prancing up to you mischievously. he gently holds your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his fox like eyes.

“say it again,” he demands teasingly. a few water drops tumble off his body and onto your own, and you flinch at the cold contact against your skin.

you gulp, feeling small under the male’s inspection. “marry me?” you repeat.

then, he giggles like a small child, happily pecking your lips. “i think i will, baby.” before you can even process anything, yeonjun’s already run off again, throwing his shirt over his head at last with a stupidly cute smile.

// CHOI SOOBIN !

the grocery store is rather empty; the only sound resonating the building being muffled pop music in the background, and your grunting as you pathetically try to reach a box of macaroni on the top shelf.

right as you’re about to give up, a soft, amused chuckle emits from behind you. you whip your head back to see your boyfriend, shiny blue bangs bouncing animatedly as he tilts his head down, gazing at you with eyes full of adoration. “you should’ve just called me, dummy.”

before you can form a reply, soobin playfully ruffles your hair before lifting an arm to grab the macaroni with ease, throwing it into your cart placed near the end of the aisle.

mouth parted dumbly, you look up to him. “soob.. will you marry me?”

the tall boy nearly chokes, eyes widening in surprise. “what? are you okay?”

“yeah i am,” you pout, “you don’t want to marry me?”

he emits a shy giggle, bunny teeth poking through as he walks back to the cart full of groceries, you close behind. “i do, but.. don’t you think it’s a little sudden? y’know, in the supermarket?”

you simply shrug, “you retrieving macaroni for me really touched my heart. that’s all, babe.”

soobin shakes his head between more giggles, pinching your cheek affectionately. “okay, cutie. when’s our wedding?”

// CHOI BEOMGYU !

you nearly break the claw machine in frustration as you slam your hand down, one more loss away from pacing over to the arcade’s front counter and complaining about how rigged their machine was.

all you wanted was to win yourself a corgi plushie while your boyfriend went to the washroom, but the damned metal hand seemed to purposely release the animal right before it reached the drop box every single time.

right as you dig your hand into your pocket to pull out your last coin, two hands wrap around your waist from behind. you immediately recognise the embrace of beomgyu as he rests his chin on your shoulder curiously.

“what’re you trying to win, baby?” he asks against your skin.

“that stupid corgi with the stupid tongue sticking out,” you bark, thrusting your money into the machine much more aggressively than needed.

beomgyu snorts at your attitude, releasing your body to move in front of you confidently. “i got this, don’t worry.”

you watch utterly dumbstruck as after about a minute, he successfully picks up the plushie, landing it perfectly into the reward box while looking back at you with the most cocky expression imaginable and arms opened in expectation.

though flabbergasted, you rush into the hug, squeezing his waist in excitement. “oh my god gyu, marry me!” you squeal, leaving a messy kiss on his lips.

he snickers proudly, watching you reach down and grab your long awaited corgi. “hah, did you see that?” he brags, “piece of cake, babe.” he silently waits for your praise, smirk continuously growing along the way.

however, beomgyu’s pleased expression falls when he realises you weren’t even sparing him a glance; much too busy leaving a kiss on the plushie instead of him. the stuffed dog was nearly being choked in your hold as you swayed back and forth happily.

of course, feeling left out, beomgyu tugs your sleeve with a childish pout. “yah! am i not kissable enough for you? i thought you wanted to marry me!”

you give him a weird look, shaking your head before leaning up to kiss the boy again, not before mumbling how much of a big baby he is under your breath.

as you both leave the arcade, you completely miss the harsh, competitive glare your boyfriend sends the plushie in your arms, wrapping his own arm around you in jealousy.

// KANG TAEHYUN !

with finals coming up, you were nearly glued to your seat all afternoon, fingers slowly becoming numb from the amount of typing and writing you’d done in the past couple hours.

your boyfriend was rather against the whole study-til-you-can’t-keep-your-eyes-open strategy that you had going on, but after many sad, failed attempts, taehyun had simply given up on trying to persuade you to move or learn what the word ‘break’ even meant.

however, this didn’t stop him from helping you in any other way he could; which is how you found yourself nearly bursting into tears when the calm boy walked in with soup and some crackers.

“it’s not much,” taehyun murmurs, planting a soft kiss to your head, “how’s it going?”

you offer a grateful smile in return, “thanks, love. it’s okay.. more bullshit about something something, the usual.”

he nods sympathetically, “want a quick massage?”

your body aches at the thought, “would you really, tae?” what you did to deserve the boy in front of you? you’d love to know.

“why wouldn’t i?” without another word, taehyun shuffles behind you, palms and fingers massaging into your shoulders with perfect amounts of pressure, releasing a satisfied groan from your lips.

“god, just marry me,” you blurt, slumping further in your seat.

he only giggles calmly, “i was hoping to ask you first.”

// HUENING KAI !

when you and kai finally got a day alone together, what better way to spend it than bringing anime’s all night, pressed up into each other’s warmth while bonding over hatred for a certain character and terrible predictions of the plot?

after many position changes, kai secured a spot for his head right in your lap, focused thoroughly on the screen that showed mikasa spinning in the air, slashing a titan’s head off brutally.

meanwhile, your eyes were nearly burning off your skull, so you decided to give yourself a break from the blinding tv screen to scroll through your messages with your brightness at almost the very bottom, another hand finding purchase in your boyfriend’s soft curls.

then, one text from your friend catches your eye. with the caption ‘try this on hyuka’, she seems to have sent you a video of a girl asking her boyfriend to marry her, resulting in the guy becoming all flirty and flustering her.

you glance down at the boy in your lap just as he starts blabbering. “y/n, i was thinking for halloween this year you could be mikasa and i’ll be eren, mostly ‘cause you’d look really hot in their uniform but also—“

“kai,” you interrupt.

he shifts in your lap to meet your eyes with slight worry. “yeah?”

“wanna marry me?” suddenly, your boyfriend bursts into a ear piercing laughter, body shaking and making you flinch in surprise. “yah, why are you laughing?” you complain through giggles, “knowing you, i thought you’d get all shy!”

kai laughs harder, “yeah maybe i would’ve if you said it properly! have you ever heard anyone say ‘wanna marry me’ in your life?”

you groan in defeat, throwing your head back. “you’re so lame, you ruined my epic prank, asshole.”

his dolphin like laugh barely softens as he leans up to peck your lips, hoping to cheer you up. “just leave the pranks to me, hm?” when you turn your head away right as he tries to kiss you, a dramatic gasp leaves his lips.

you pout, “say you’ll marry me first.”

kai snickers more at your childishness, curling his arms around your waist with attack on titan completely forgotten in the background. “m’kay, i’ll marry you, baby.”

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the lonely mayor || jhs

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.     

➻ title: the lonely mayor  ➻ pairing: mayor!hoseok x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.1k  ➻ rating: 18+  ➻ warnings: dom!hoseok | sub!reader | unprotected sex | exhibitionism | controlled orgasms | pain kink | hair pulling | window sex | back shots/standing doggy | partially clothed sex | cum eating | cum shots | rough sex | temperature play? | dirty talk | a lil degradation | no aftercare(she does not need it) | pet names | panty sniffing | gagging/panty stuffing | crying (the sexy kind) | a touch(i mean it.. just a lil) of longing | a line from Home Alone (because i’m lame lol) ➻ author’s note: Part one is here !!! I hope y’all like it!! Thanks @taechwitaaah​​ for beta reading!! You saved the day as always. I love you!!

Your first stop is the town hall. You must ask the mayor for permission to spread a little holiday cheer in his town. Mayor Jung Hoseok could talk a skirt up or a pair of pants down at record speed.

He’s a “people” person with a lot of charisma, but he does have a wild side… And sweet tooth for exhibitionism. However, sometimes there is no one to call when he’s craving a late-night snack at the office.

Mayor Jung loves his town, deeply. One look at your agenda had a bright smile spreading across his charming face. But as the dashing blonde looked over your naughty list, he realized his name was right at the very top. It was then that the bright ray of sunshine that illuminated this town turned into an unforgiving dark storm.

Strap in tight… Because Mayor Jung has retired for tonight, and Hoseok has come out to play.

“You really thought you’d come here and suck me dry in five minutes?” 

The mayor’s lips are pressed against your ear as he grunts and moans sinfully sweet noises of pleasure.

Initially, you did, but Hoseok’s been ramming his cock inside of you for all of twelve minutes straight. There’s no question that you’ve met your match.

Your exposed flesh is pressed against the icy cold window. The nipping frost from outside penetrates through the glass and stiffens your sensitive nipples. Skirt bunched around your waist, panties stuffed in your mouth to avoid waking his sleeping secretary downstairs, your muffled response is barely coherent through your makeshift gag.

“Mmfuck!”

Your voice breaks and crack. He chuckles at your lust-driven cries.

His right hand is wrapped so tightly in your hair that your scalp burns and tingles, sending waves of raw pleasure to your leaking cunt. Juices flow and gush out onto Hoseok’s eagerly throbbing scrotum. From there, your slick drops to the floor, creating lewd sounds and fueling the drive in his powerful thrusts.

Your palms are flat against the window and held high above your head. Hoseok’s hands soon slip from your waist and hair to join them in their position. Your fingers intertwine as he fucks you from the back, your ass jiggling and clapping from the impact of his hips slamming into you.

While arching your back, you allow him to drill deeper into your pulsing heat. Your faint sobs sound like music to his ears, so he pounds you from an angle and begins hitting your g-spot with precision.

“Well, look who’s about to come all over my cock. I guess you didn’t think I’d feel you clenching around me, did you?” 

His breath makes the hair on your skin tingle as he speaks against your neck.

Your eyes begin to roll back, and your teeth dig into your red lace panties. You try to fight the urge, but the challenge is proven to be too great. Hoseok’s laughter fills the room, and commands you to come before he pulls out of you, denying you of any more of his attention.

The mayor’s office flashes white as you lose sight and sense of reality. Your vision grows blank as you accept your pending orgasm with much gratitude, thick salty droplets roll slowly down your cheeks. Both your moans travel through the air. You go from solid to liquid, causing him to wrap his arms around you securely, so you don’t fall face first.

His dick still pulses inside of you, patiently waiting for its turn for relief.

“Shit, you’ve got some tight pussy. You know that?” he grunts. “But unfortunately… I’m going to have to wrap this up and pass you on to the next lucky cock.” 

Hoseok’s teeth attack the skin of your neck and shoulder one last time before he prepares to reach his high. “This was fun, baby girl. Now where can I leave your present?”

He snatches your panties out of your mouth, then carelessly throws the fabric across the room, allowing you to speak for the first time in minutes. You can barely recognize your voice when it enters the air; it’s so raspy from the amount of screaming.

“Come all over my ass, and lick it off… Don’t want you to leave a single drop.”

“My god, you are so hot. Fuck!” 

Hoseok quickly pulls out of your pussy before he releases a generous load of hot sticky cum all over your ass.

He hisses as he milks himself dry. You lean against the window looking at the town below. When the mayor drops to his knees and cleans up his mess, you give him a small hum of approval, patting his blonde strands for good measures.

After he’s done, he rises to his feet to look for your discarded underwear. However, by the time he finds them, you’ve already freshened up. His eyes widen with shock, and his mouth falls open. You don’t provide him with any answers as to how you’ve replaced an outfit in under a minute because some things are better left a mystery. A man can only handle so much in one night.

“Keep them, love. I won’t be needing them anyway.” 

You toss him a wink as you head towards the door, but the sound of his voice stops you before you can depart.

“I don’t think I even want to know how you did that. But umm… Aren’t you cold? It’s freezing outside,” the mayor points out.

You walk over to him and cup his perfectly chiseled jawline in your hands.

“There’s something you should know, Hoseok. This pussy could face a damn blizzard, and it still wouldn’t get cold.” 

You then place a gentle kiss on his cheek, and his long lashes flutter. 

“Noted,” he whisper. 

He watches you leave the room in silence, not the least bit startled when you disappear to the right at the door frame.

However, a bright smile appears on his face when you suddenly reappear.

“Mayor, do you mind pointing me in the direction of the elementary school?”

“Of course! It's right in the center of town. Mr. Park should still be there, so the lights will be on,” he replies as he redresses and collects himself. He turns briefly to grab his tie.

“Perfect,” you beam. “Goodnight, Mayor Jung.”

“Yeah, I wish you’d at least stay for a drink—”

However, his invitation never reaches the recipient, because you are no longer standing there when he turns his head around. 

Just like all of his hopes of seeing you again, you’ve vanished into the cold December night.

The lonely mayor then whispers to himself while he takes a whiff of the red lace panties you’ve gifted him.

“Merry Christmas, you filthy animal.”

[themagnusbane]

Murder at the New York Institute

Title: Murder at the New York Institute

Artist: @la-muerta

Rating: Mature (Chapter 7 only. Will give a heads-up)

Pairings: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, Clary Fray/Isabelle Lightwood, Jace Herondale/Simon Lewis

Word Count: ~27k

Summary: Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

This fic was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver

Prologue: Simon Lewis

“Do baby warlocks go trick or treating for Halloween?”

“And a good evening to you too, young Shelly,” Magnus answered with a bemused smile, hands waggling in the direction of Simon’s coat, sending it floating gently over to the coat hanger, where it folded in on itself and out of the way. 

“Shelly? Really Magnus?” 

The High Warlock of Brooklyn shrugged with a smirk, and spun around on his heels, walking out of the hall and to the lounge where he leaned over and placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. 

Simon thought he caught a murmured “Still haven’t lost that sugar tooth huh, Alexander”, but was immediately distracted at the sight of his boyfriend, back arched, ass out, knees digging into the mat, head curved with his chin pointed in the direction of his chest, then pushed back out at the same time he pulled himself into a plank. “Since when did you start doing Yoga?” Simon asked as he dropped onto the couch beside Clary and handed her the gift-wrapped box. 

Her eyes widened in glee as she pulled out the pencil she’d stuck in her hair, to punch a hole in the wrapping paper and tear into it with the ferocity of a cat digging around in its litter box. 

Simon shook his head at his best friend’s antics, jerking his thumb in her direction as he made his apologies to Izzy. “Sorry Izzy. I tried to raise her right. But as you can see,” he shrugs, “Some behaviours can’t be unlearned.”

Izzy laughed, “I love her anyway.”

Clary blew kisses at her girlfriend, and blew raspberries at her best friend, as she  squealed so loud that it startled Jace, who tumbled back onto the mat, stomach heaving as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Yoga is hard,” he panted. 

“But incredible for your flexibility,” Simon responded, eyes running appreciatively over the sweat-drenched tank top, that rode up to reveal taunt muscles, and sweat-slicked skin. He noticed the flare in his boyfriend’s eyes as Jace caught him staring. Simon licked his lips and smiled. 

“No!” The words were followed with a throw pillow hitting the back of Simon’s head. He turned around to glare at Magnus who was wagging his fingers at him. 

“If I’m not getting laid tonight because all you heathens are currently in my apartment, and I can’t have some much-needed alone time with my boyfriend. NONE OF YOU are getting laid either.”

“Yeah well. Tonight’s for playing games anyway,” Clary crowed, as she finally got rid of the wrapping paper and waved the Cluedo board in the air. “I can’t believe you nabbed the Murder at Boddy mansion edition!” She motioned at Magnus to clear a good enough spot on the lounge floor, and Magnus indulged with a sigh, vanishing tables and chairs and the cute little side table that held Simon’s glass of blood. 

Thankfully, he sent the glass floating over to Simon first. Simon grabbed it with thanks, taking a deep drink and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Y’all better not start without me,” Jace declared, heading in the direction of what Simon assumed was most likely the guest bathroom, with the way Magnus magicked a towel to intermittently smack the back of Jace’s blonde hair as the latter flipped him the bird, without bothering to turn around. 

“Well, while Jace does his thing, can someone explain what on earth this game is about?”  

“Obviously, Alexander. There’s a bloody murder in the Boddy mansion,” Magnus replied with a grin. “And it’s our responsibility to figure out whodunnit. Right?” He turned to look at Simon who nodded as he gulped down the rest of the blood, held out his glass to Magnus who magicked it away with a flick of his fingers, and settled beside his best friend, hands reaching into the bag to hand out the miniature murder weapons in it. 

“Magnus got it in one.” Simon smiled at Magnus’s crow and continued speaking. “The game takes place in Boddy’s mansion, and it is up to the players to figure out who murdered Mr. Boddy, where he was murdered, and with which of these murder items,” he jerked his head in the direction of all the miniatures that have been laid out evenly; six of it, for the six of them in the apartment. 

“Yeah. But that doesn’t make any sense though,” Alec grumbled, holding up the miniature lead pipe and turning it every which way in his hand. “We have no context for any of these characters. Why are we at the mansion? Why is Boddy dead? Why can’t any of them reach out to the police? Like I know the mundanes are absolutely useless at solving these cases,” he inclined his head in Clary’s direction. “Luke isn’t a mundane, so he doesn’t count. Plus, I’m sure that’s why his percentage of solved cases is high.”

Clary shrugged, “Pretty much. Yeah.”

“So why not go to their mundane police,” Alec continued. “And most importantly, why should they care that this Boddy person is dead? Is he a friend or something?”

“Nope. Matter of fact, he’s been blackmailing our characters. They each have a secret that he knows about, and he’s been blackmailing them for years,” Clary replied with a smile.

“More reason why they should collectively agree to bury his body in his yard, and do it together, so one person spilling the secret would damn them all. Bound by a secret, they will all have to keep their mouth shut and make sure nobody ever hears,” Alec said. 

“Yes. But if that happened Alec, there won’t be a game now would there,” Izzy pointed out. “And from what Clary and Simon have said about this Cluedo game, it’s a pretty high-selling game. The mundanes clearly love it.”

“The mundanes clearly have no sense,” Alec grumbled. “Of all the things they could be doing with their time. Playing a murder game, that is illogical in its execution. What a waste of time.”

“Don’t forget money too, Alexander,” Magnus cooed. “They actually paid money for it.”

“Exactly!” Alec shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Imagine spending money for this nonsense. To playact morons who don’t know what’s good for them, or the best thing to do in the situation.”

They all burst into laughter, Simon holding onto Clary as they watched Alec splutter, against Magnus’s lips as he was kissed. 

“Alexander. It’s just a game.”

“A very boring game if you ask me,” Alec muttered.

“And what would you suggest we do otherwise Alec?” Simon asked with a laugh. He caught soft footsteps and held up a finger to stall his boyfriend. “And hunting demons isn’t a good enough answer either.” He waved his hands in the direction of the blackout, sound-controlled curtains that kept their party away from the noise and bustle of the rest of Brooklyn. “All of you agreed that Halloween is the worst possible time to go demon hunting with the ways the mundanes keep trying your senses with the costumes.”

Jace gave a grunt as he dropped beside Simon, and Simon caught a whiff of aftershave before cool lips pressed against his. A little nibble, and he opened his mouth to catch the slide of Jace’s tongue against his, as callused fingers sinking into his hair. 

He made a happy noise and was about to dive deeper into their kiss, when he was suddenly met with cool air, opening his eyes to find Jace on the other side of the room, and Magnus giving them both an absolute look of disgust. “I repeat. No fucking. No making out. If I’m not getting any,” He wagged his hands at Jace, Simon, Izzy and Clary “None of you are either.”

“Really Magnus.”

Magnus crossed his arms. Face not budging an inch. 

“Alec!”

“My boyfriend’s apartment. His rules.”

“Yeah, say that with a little less smugness,” Jace grumbled. “Asshole.”

Simon caught Alec’s grin as it widened and shook his head. “Fucking peas in a pod,” he mumbled. “But as I was saying, this is the best we’re doing tonight. The four of you agreed,” he pointed at Alec, Jace, Izzy and Clary. “Let the other Shadowhunters handle tonight. Enjoy your night off and relax. Please.”

“He does have a point Alexander,” Magnus said, magicking a new glass of margarita for himself, and took several sips before adding. “I just don’t know why either you or Clary thought bringing a murder board on the night that the veil is thinnest, for us to play, was in any way a good idea.”

Clary laughed. “Come on Magnus. I mean… It’s a Cluedo board, not a portal to summon spirits. A Cluedo board is nothing similar to an Ouija board.”

“Plus, you’re the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” Simon pointed out. “What’s there to be scared o—” The rest of his words were cut off by the throw pillow that hit him right in the face. 

Simon turned to gape at Magnus. “Magnus!”

“You actually did that,” Clary laughed. 

“Without MAGIC?!!!!” Izzy screeched. 

“Your boyfriend didn’t use magic,” Jace told Alec, eyes wide in surprise and delight. 

Alec shrugged. “Why waste his magic when you all are being idiots?”

“Thank you, Alexander. Only you get me.” Magnus turned back around to look at them, pointing his finger at Simon. “You think I’ve lived this long by messing with powers beyond my control?” He waggled his hands at the space over his head. “The universe is vast. The powers that govern it even more so. The only way to survive is to acknowledge that.” The hand came back down, running down his length from the top of his head, styled into a black and purple pompadour with blonde highlights, to his high heel brogues. “Yes, I am pretty powerful and spectacular.” Simon watched him smile at Alec’s hummed assent. “But I’m not the only powerful downworlder in the world. Nor am I the most powerful downworlder. There are forces with power greater than mine. You all need to remember that.”

Simon moved the throw pillow, handing it over to Jace as he threw his hand back in a salute. “Gotcha.”

Clary passed around the playing characters. “Everyone gets one.”

“Who’s going first?” Izzy asked, waving her character at her girlfriend. 

“Miss Scarlett”, Clary and Simon said in unison, as they both glanced at the character in Izzy’s hands. 

“Roll the dice, Izzy” Jace said, moving around to sit beside Simon, fingers sliding against Simon’s, until both their fingers were intertwined together. “You good?” He asked.

Simon nodded. Mouth opening to respond, when the dice hit the board, and everything went black. 

[pearlsephoni]

Shinkane Week 2022, Day 4: Envy

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Psycho-Pass

Pairing: Shinkane (Kogami/Akane)

Characters: Akane Tsunemori, Shinya Kogami, Shuusei Kagari (my beloved)

Word Count: 1,056

Summary: A silly debate between Akane and Kagari over candy flavors seems to get under Kogami's skin.

A/N: Written for @shinkaneweek! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

“Your favorite flavor is lemon?”

Akane couldn’t help giggling at the affronted look on Kagari’s face. “Yes…? What’s wrong with lemon?”

“It’s so…so…bland!” Kagari cried out. “They never make the candy's flavor strong enough, and what they do put tastes too sweet! At least lime candy keeps the bitterness, and green apple tastes fresh!”

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?”

“The humble cherry,” Kagari sniffed with a playful, arrogant grin…that slipped off his face at Akane’s laughter. “What?!”

“Cherry?” Akane giggled. “But that tastes like cough medicine!”

“No, it doesn't! You just don’t know how to get the good candy!”

“And you do?”

“Of course! Who do you think you’re talking to, Akane-chan?” With a flourish, Kagari produced his big jar of sweets—Akane still didn’t understand where he kept it amongst the clutter of his desk—and plucked the top off. “Let’s see…aha!” After some digging, he withdrew his hand to reveal two red candies in his palm. He popped one in his mouth and held the other out with a grin that made Akane think of chipmunks. “Here you are!”

“Thank you for the meal,” Akane laughed before placing it on her tongue. Her cheeks felt a bit warm thanks to Kagari’s sharp eyes watching her, but her awareness of his gaze was quickly washed away by flavor. “Woah!” she gasped, eyes widening and smile widening. “That’s so good!”

“Told ya s—”

“Can I have a lemon one?”

Kagari blinked. “…What?”

“If a cherry one tastes that good, then a lemon one must taste even better!” She smiled sweetly at Kagari’s petulant frown.

“But…but I gave you that because it’s better than the lemon one.”

“Maybe to you…but I don’t usually like cherry candy, and that one was good! So a flavor I usually like would taste amazing, right?”

“Aw, come on! You’re just taking advantage of my kindness!”

“You offered first!”

“Still—!”

“Kagari.” They both jumped at the low, admonishing voice, and whirled to see Kogami frowning at his screen. “Just give her the candy.”

“Ko-chan!” Kagari gasped in pure betrayal. “You’re taking her side?!”

“I’m taking my sanity’s side. Give her the lemon candy.”

With a huff, Kagari handed over a yellow candy, pouting at Akane’s satisfied smile. “He always takes your side,” he quietly grouched.

“‘Always’? There was only one other time!”

“We’ve only argued one other time!”

Oh. Akane blinked, and fought futilely against the warmth rising to her cheeks. “W-well…still,” was all she could muster. When she turned back to her computer, it was with the grudging awareness of Kagari’s knowing smirk.

That was the last time he offered her any candy, at least for the next month or so. The division’s attention was occupied by another person dodging Sibyl’s detection of their heightened coefficient, along with a string of robberies scattered through the city’s wealthiest neighborhood. By the time they tied off both cases, Akane had forgotten the petty argument, only reminded of it when Kagari would enjoy a piece of candy and stuck a tongue out at her bit-back smile.

Then one day she was about to step into the office, when she heard Kagari say, “Woah, when’d you get a sweet tooth?”

“I didn’t.” Her cheeks warmed immediately, a borderline-Pavlovian response to that voice.

“Then what’s with the—ohhhh. Oh my, Ko-chan.”

“Don’t.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“There isn’t one.” Akane bit her lip against a smile—Kogami never seemed able to talk with Kagari for very long without growing at least a little annoyed. “My mom just…gave me these.”

“And they just happened to be Akane-chan’s favori—ow!”

The yelp was accompanied with the sound of something hard knocking on something sturdy, making Akane wince before she finally stepped into the office. “Good morning!” she greeted, trying to sound as chipper and Not Suspicious as she could. The droll look Kogami shot her way told her she wasn’t successful.

“Morning, Akane-chan!” Kagari chirped, a self-satisfied grin curved over his face. “How’s your sweet tooth doing?”

Her heart leapt, a frankly silly reaction to such an innocuous, if strange, question. “Oh, um…what do you mean?”

“I’m getting coffee,” Kogami suddenly announced, pushing himself to his feet and slipping out of the office before anyone could say anything.

His departure made sense when Akane finally got to her desk. There, next to the inactivated holograms for her keyboard, was a small jar filled to the brim with bright yellow candies. The jar itself was unadorned, except for the little pink jellyfish sticker stuck to the glass.

She didn’t realize she was smiling. She was too distracted by the warmth blooming in her chest…until she looked up from the jar and was met by Kagari grinning at her. “Well?”

“Is this…did you…?

“C’mon, Akane-chan, I thought you were a detective.”

“I am! I just…” There was no fighting the flush rising to her cheeks, and she had to firmly turn away from Kagari before his grin could properly get under her skin. She focused instead on digging into her new treat, eagerly opening the jar and popping a candy into her mouth. A smile pushed at her warm cheeks, a rare feeling first thing in the morning as she waited for her computer to boot up. Not even the sound of Kogami returning could startle the curve from her lips, though she did steal a glance at him.

There was a beat, a breath, a half-second, where their eyes met, before Kogami’s gaze jerked towards his own desk. But no amount of avoiding looking at her could hide the distinct pink staining his ears. The sight made her heart skip another beat, and before she could stop herself, she was piping up, “Thank you, Kogami-san.”

He froze halfway into sitting down, and she was delighted to see the pink threaten to spread to his cheeks. “Ah…yeah, of course. Thought you’d enjoy them more than me.”

Akane didn’t know what her smile looked like, but whatever Kogami saw made his stony eyes soften and the usually-hard line of his lips gentle into the slightest curve, one she wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t already so well-versed in his microexpressions.

“God…I need a coffee.”

She jumped and looked away from Kogami just in time to see Kagari leaving. “Oh,” she gasped, “is he alright?”

“He’ll be fine,” Kogami scoffed, finally sitting down. “Just a bit of jealousy.”

[cannibalcreeps]

My ass having to search for the last ask about this so I remember what the hell I wrote it's been so long, lol. But I'm glad you enjoyed it -----------

Two years had passed since the 7'5 giant of a woman called Gracie had been living with a small family of cannibal mutants, once a captive who was kept as a house cleaner now a valued member of the family. A lot had happened in those two years, from becoming a partner to the other giant of the family, Saw-Tooth, to meeting the rest of the extended family and eventually having a child with Saw-Tooth. Gracie had given birth to a pretty healthy large boy who was only missing one of his fingers and had a large reddish birthmark that covered the left side of his face. She ended up calling him Kaden, no other reason than simply always liking that name and also because she didn't want her child named after what deformity he had or what he was, which she always gave Maynard a side-eye whenever she asked why he didn't just name his damn kids. Saw-Tooth was surprisingly a good father, with how callous and uninterested he seemed, the man was oddly attentive during Gracie's pregnancy and even present during the birth. For him it was a mix of wanting both his partner and child to live through the process and see his first sons birth, he saw it as an extremely important experience that he had to be there for. Now that Kaden was over a year old, Saw-Tooth was once again being a handsy man, it took no genius to figure out this man wanted another child which Gracie actually was quite keen on as well. She was grateful for the fact that this monstrous beast she called her lover was patient enough to wait a whole year to ask for another child, during the last trimester of her last pregnancy she had began to stress that he would want another straight away and the first had really strained her body with how large Kaden was. But the eldest cannibal was no idiot, he saw what being pregnant was doing to Gracie and if he had harassed her for one right after popping out their first son he worried she wouldn't survive the second, so decided on leaving her be for her body to get strong again. After all he wanted her to survive and he could be a patient man, well patient enough to not need to nut in her as he had gotten into the habit of eating her out and loving the attention of the blowjobs she gave him. So a whole year of maybe a few cheeky fucking, with a lot of pulling out, as well as a lot of sucking and eating was all they got before Saw-Tooth thought surely they waited long another to put another kid into this giant lady. To his luck, Gracie was thinking the same thing that when he approached to grab her by the hips she was quick to rub her butt against his crotch, making the large cannibal stiffen up in surprise. Feeling how fast his hard on came from a simply rub really showed Gracie how much her big cannibal wanted her, grabbing his large hand she would drag him off to their bed in the hut, lucky for them neither One-Eye, Three-Fingers or Kaden were home so Gracie was quick in pushing the man down and began helping him remove both their clothing. He couldn't keep his large hands off her, making it harder for her to take off her clothes while he was feeling her up, grasping at her breasts and hips, squeezing the soft flesh that were now covered in small scars and scrapes, nothing like his own scarred and rough skin but she had a few from past victims going after her.

When she was finally able to strip of the last of their clothing, she straddled his hips to grind against his thick cock, Saw-Tooth's fingers digging into her hips to press her harder against him. The large man wanted to be inside her badly, feeling the wetness of her pussy made it easier for his length to slide back and forth against her folds, his deformed mouth clasping over one of Gracie's breasts and biting down hard causing her to gasp and moan. His exposed top teeth bit down on the woman's tender tit, leaving a fresh red wound, lapping up any blood with his thick tongue. Gracie on the other hand was clawing at the back of his head, holding onto him tight as he lavished her body with attention. She dragged her nails over his skull as a wonderful massage, making him groan against her flesh, wildly humping up against her cunt until his hardened cock finally slipped into the hot wetness. She wrapped around him perfectly, that wonderful size he had grown accustomed too, ever since she entered his world he had never taken any other person as all he wanted to ever fuck was his gorgeous giant of a woman. For Gracie, she never wanted to leave, she was definitely a different woman than what she was two years ago, this cannibal family had changed her life and the woman didn't think she could ever return back to society when the amount of love, freedom and respect she received, and a child on top of that, was something she never wanted to give up. Saw-Tooth was quick with his thrusts, he was hungry to fill her up with his hot cum, hungry to make her body squeeze around him in pleasure, her heat and wetness squeezing his cock with each pump he did inside her. The both of them weren't quiet with their fucking either, the hut echoed with the sounds of sweaty wet flesh slapping against each other along with their moans, grunts and cries of pleasure, the noises loud enough to scare of any birds nearby. The heat of their breathes tickled each others skin, sweat and body fluids mixing together as they grinded and thrusted, Saw-Tooth's movements were starting to become more erratic and primal, arms wrapping tight around Gracie's waist as he released himself inside her, filling her deeply with his cum as her body tensed from her own orgasm. The two held onto each other for a long time, taking their time getting their breath back from the good fucking. Both knew they would have to get up and dress soon before the rest of the family returned home, but for now they just wanted to bask in each others presence.

[monkeyartfiend]

tw nasty

so I had a weird huge fleshy white growth on the inside of my jaw between my tongue and tooth.

and it was there for a while and I kept trying to rip it out with my finger bc I could tell where it was attached more or less. and I have some kind of oral situation going on I constantly bite my lips cheeks and tongue. I have a lot of scarring inside my mouth. but this was in a place I just couldn't get to. and sometimes I get big white growths on my lower lip but they end up being some kind of boil or something and I just bite them and they pop away. but I just couldn't get to this one. so finally in a moment of insanity I took an exacto knife and reeled it out long like and just started slicing it off. it didn't hurt a lick. not at all. really couldnt feel it except when the metal scraped my tooth. but the son of a bitch wouldn't fucking come out. I sliced the top, the bottom, the sides - the flesh peeled away to light drops of blood. but the hard white growth was stuck fast. I had to apply some extreme pressure, pulling with the knife up so that I didn't cut my tongue or whatever you call the soft pink flesh at the bottom of your jaw. I pressed the silver knife against the white flesh against my white and silver tooth. I used that tooth like a cutting board, slicing at the flesh with it. but still it was stubborn. something was really holding this thing in my mouth. I started thinking god its gonna grow back. but too far now, it was half hanging half flapping out in my mouth, cut in three pieces, bleeding everywhere. no pain. a little sensation of pulling, but nothing really worse than when I bite my tongue hard and deep and keep the pressure on to pull the offending meat off. the knifes not cutting it. it's too big too clunky, if I put the pressure on right, it would cut the soft bits of my jaw, and I didn't want to know what that felt or looked like. I hated doctors then, that it would have taken weeks to get an appointment, have them dig around in my mouth, numb me, take an hour to slice me open. I can do it in my bathroom one handed. I can cut the offending flesh off better than you. cheaper than you. faster than you. the exacto knife finally cuts off a little piece. I feel it, it's hard between my fingers. it's so small too. I don't know what it is. I put the little piece down, it's redder than it looked in my mouth, on top of the jar of coconut oil on my tiny ugly sink. I put the knife down. I get my scissors. the rest is easier. the flesh is already flapping off. it comes off in two snips, and then I feel real pain as it tugs a line of skin off that wasn't meant to come. I reel, having to readjust and snip that off too. three little pinkish pieces of flesh on my coconut jar lid. I roll them around a bit before they disgust my and I drain them away. I think of the biohazard waste bags. I drained it away. whatever it was.

[katsu28]

family movie night

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

summary: movie night with the kids brings up a new question about your future with steve 

warnings: light swearing, very fluffy

a/n: look who’s back with more shitty summaries and tooth rotting fluff :D

masterlist + taglist

“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t believe what happened at work today, I—” Steve nudged the front door shut behind him, dropping his keys on the table next to it and kicking off his shoes. He turned to toss his jacket on the couch, but stopped short at the sight before him. 

“What happened at work today, Steviepoo?” Dustin smirked at him from said couch, brows raised in barely contained smug amusement. Steve’s eyes drifted from the curly haired boy’s shit eating grin, past Max and El giggling behind their hands, then over to Lucas, Will, and Mike sprawled out around the living room randomly, very poorly pretending they weren’t listening. 

“Don’t call me that, dude. It’s weird.” He huffed, dragging a hand through his hair. 

“Fine. Hi, Steve, welcome home!” 

“Yeah okay, why are you guys in my home?” 

“Y/N said we could hang out,” Dustin said as-a-matter-of-factly, shrugging. “So? What happened at work?” 

“Some old guy came and tried talking Robin up.” He replied distractedly, already wandering away from the kids in search of you. “Sweetheart?” 

“In here!” You called from the bedroom, where you were putting away some laundry, smiling warmly at him when he came in. “Hi. How was work?”

He heaved out a sigh, moving to press a kiss to your cheek before dramatically flopping spread-eagled on the bed. “Exhausting. Why is our living room overrun by rugrats?” 

“Sorry, babe. I know you must be tired.” 

“Sorry, babe. I know you must be tired.” 

“Sorry, babe. I know you must be tired.” 

“I’m okay. I’m happy to see you though, c’mere,” He reached out, looping his arms around your waist and tugging you down across his body with an overexaggerated grunt. “Hi.” 

You giggled at the feeling of Steve’s hands snaking under your shirt, squishing his cheeks between your fingertips until his lips puckered out comically. His eyes crinkled with spluttered laughter at your actions, fingers digging into your sides. 

“Steve!” You whisper-shouted, trying your best to wriggle out of his grip but failing spectacularly. Steve managed to flip the two of you over, halting in his vicious tickling assault to press his mouth against yours in a sweet kiss that you returned with hummed pleasure, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. 

“I missed you today.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling away just the slightest bit to gaze down at you lovingly, like you were his favorite sight in the whole world. Before you could respond to his utterance, he began peppering kiss after kiss against your skin—under your chin, behind your ear, down the column of your throat—his nose nudging against your pulse point with every touch of his lips to your flushed skin. 

Steve’s hands started to fumble at the hem of your shirt, and that was when you stopped him, pressing your hands against his heaving chest. 

“Steve,” You breathed again, this time a little more insistently. He just made a vague grunt in acknowledgement, continuing his exploration of your neck. “Steve, the kids—they’re right down the hall.” 

“The kids don’t give a crap, they’re watching TV.” 

“We can’t.” You insisted, giving a soft tug at the hair at the nape of his neck. “You know we can’t.” 

Steve groaned, dropping down on top of you with his whole body weight. His voice was muffled from where he’d buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I know. Can’t we just kick them all out?” 

“You’re the one who told them they’re welcome here anytime.” 

“Yeah, well, I didn’t actually mean it. A guy’s gotta have his own space for his lady friends.” 

You let out an amused snort. “Friends, plural?” 

“Friend! Singular. Just you, nobody else whatsoever.” He corrected quickly, propping himself back up on his forearms with an adorably guilty smile. “You know what I mean, right?” 

“You’re lucky I do.” You chuckled, shoving him off you playfully. “Go ask the kids if they wanna stay for dinner.” 

Steve’s nose wrinkled. “I don’t think—” 

“Think they’d be okay with pizza?” 

“Baby, they’d be okay with cardboard as long as it’s free.” 

“Good. Go.” 

“But—” 

“Go.” 

He huffed out a sigh, heaving himself off the bed and trekking back out to the living room, clapping to get the teenagers’ attention. “Alright, we’re getting pizza for dinner. There’s the phone, use it to call your parents, do whatever, I don’t care. I need a headcount in ten minutes or I’m driving everyone home.” 

They all looked around at each other, then back at Steve with identical shrugs. 

“We don’t need to call our parents. They’re cool with us staying out.” Dustin replied nonchalantly, linking his hands behind his head. 

“Jesus, really?” Steve frowned. “So much freedom, it’s ridiculous.” 

“Just means it’s your lucky day, Steve-o.” 

“Lucky me.” He muttered, but his attention was just as soon drawn away when you materialized from the hallway, stopping to ruffle Will’s hair with a wink on your way to the kitchen. 

Steve watched dumbly as you rifled through one of the drawers with furrowed brows, then grinned triumphantly when you found what you were looking for—the menu for the pizza place downtown. Even something as mundane as that had him entranced, because shit, you were his girl, and he was goddamn lucky to call you it. With the way the light pouring through the kitchen window hit you at just the right angle so that you looked heaven sent, and how your lips twisted to the side in thought as you skimmed the menu, Steve was so far gone it wasn’t even funny anymore. 

It was Max chucking a pillow at his head that yanked him out of his thoughts, drawing him back to reality with seven pairs of eyes staring right at him. 

“Huh?” He blurted, feeling his cheeks grow warm. 

“Y/N asked what we want on the pizza.” El chimed in helpfully, to which Steve shrugged. 

“I don’t mind.” 

“Okay, so that’s two larges with everything except anchovies and onions?” You confirmed, glancing at the kids for nods of approval. “Great. I’ll call.” 

While you busied yourself with the phone, Dustin jabbed an elbow into Steve’s side, tapping at a spot beside his mouth on his own face. “You got a lil something right there, dude.” 

“What?” Steve’s hand flew up to where Dustin was gesturing at. Remnants of your lip gloss, maybe? 

“Drool.” 

“Oh shut up, Henderson,” He rolled his eyes, slapping the bill of the younger boy’s hat down over his eyes before grabbing him in a headlock. Dustin let out a noise of indignance, managing to wrestle Steve to the floor with a triumphant shout. “You little turd, I’m gonna—” 

“Watch the vase on the table, dipshits!” You called. Both boys glanced up from their playful tussling to see you standing with your hands on your hips, shooting them a pointed look. “I just got those flowers this morning.” 

“And they’re fantastic, obviously,” Dustin blurted, wriggling out of Steve’s grip with a toothy grin aimed your way. “You have beautiful taste, Y/N.” 

“Kiss ass.” Steve muttered, shaking his head as he climbed to his feet. “‘M gonna go shower before dinner. Make sure the little shits don’t tear the place apart, yeah?” 

“Good. You reek.” You snickered, sidestepping his attempt to jab his fingers into your side before he disappeared down the hall. Leaning against the back of the couch, you glanced around at the kids, only to see that they were already looking back at you. “You guys wanna watch a movie tonight, or something?” 

“Yeah, a movie’s fine.” Lucas shrugged. “When are you and Steve gonna get married?” 

“Oh my god, yes! Little mini Steves and Y/N’s running around would be so cute.” 

“Well, maybe just Y/N. I dunno about mini Steves.” 

The clamor of overlapping voices grew louder and more excited with each word, and also confused the hell out of you in the process. 

“Guys, guys! Calm down, all of you!” You exclaimed, waving your hands in the air to get their attention. “What even—where is all this coming from?” 

“You guys live together, obviously love each other, and act like a married couple already, so why not, like…make it official?” Will explained casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“And then after marriage comes kids.” added El, nodding thoughtfully. Various sounds of agreement sounded from the rest of the group. 

“I don’t think you guys really understand what getting married actually means,” You chuckled, perching on the armrest of the couch. “Steve and I are still young—way too young to get married and even think about having kids. Shit, it feels like we’re still kids. And besides, who needs kids when we’ve already got you guys? You’re basically ours at this point.” 

“But do you want those things? In the future, when you’re both old enough and ready?” Max asked, uncharacteristically soft spoken for the usually tough and stoic girl. The answer was immediately a resounding yes, but you bit your tongue for a few moments before nodding. 

“Yeah. Eventually. I think we could have a great life together.” You sighed, feeling your heart beat just a tiny bit faster at the mere thought of it. “Okay, this just got way too deep. Go pick out a movie, and nobody breathes a word of this to Steve unless they want their hang out privileges pulled!” 

That shut them up quick, every single one of them scrambling over each other to the stack of movies in the corner of the room. You, on the other hand, replayed your thoughts in your head.

This was the first time you’d ever admitted to wanting a future life and kids with Steve, but that didn’t make it any less true. You could see yourself living the nuclear family life with him when you were older. It seemed…peaceful. Perfect, even. 

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Steve had heard the whole thing from the bedroom (it was a small apartment, and noise traveled), where he was just about to hop in the shower when he’d heard his name mentioned. And he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he wanted the same as you.

Hell, he’d even thought about proposing to you a handful of times already, but always chickened out before he could act on it. But now, knowing that you wanted the same thing sometime in the future, the idea became a little more than just a fantasy. 

After a lot of bickering, the kids finally settled on Ghostbusters, despite huffs of ‘but we’ve seen it four times already!’ and equally as frustrated ‘because it’s a goddamn classic!’ in response. Steve emerged from the shower just as the pizza arrived, and soon enough, everyone was settled into their respective seats—the kids piling onto the couch, and you on the overstuffed armchair off to the side with Steve sat cross-legged on the floor at your feet. 

The movie was playing on the TV, but you honestly weren’t really paying an ounce of attention to it. You were fixated on your boyfriend. How the light from the TV screen washed over his features in a way that made him look even more perfect, if at all possible. How he threw his head back in laughter at every one of Venkman’s quips like he was hearing them for the first time, even though he’d seen the movie about a billion times before already. His mouth was full of pizza whilst he did, but that was one of the things that made him Steve.

Your Steve. Your best friend, the love of your life, the one you wanted to grow old with. 

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, poking at your knee with a small smile that you couldn’t help but mirror. “‘Mkay, scooch over, I’m coming up.” 

You gladly obliged, shifting over to let him squish his tall frame into the tiny space beside you. After much wriggling, trying to fold his long legs comfortably, and a few elbows to your ribs, Steve finally settled on pulling you half onto his lap, throwing his legs over the armrest and letting his arm dangle over the back of the chair. His body radiated warmth where you were cuddled up against him, his hair fluffy and soft from his earlier shower when you pressed your lips against the side of his head in a fleeting kiss. 

“You comfy yet?” You whispered amusedly, breath tickling the shell of his ear gently. 

“Very.” 

“Good. Now stop moving.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Steve was quiet for a while, letting you watch the movie uninterrupted—until he got bored and started tracing shapes against the bare skin of your arm. You didn’t mind, he always did this whenever he grew uninterested in something you were doing, but the shapes quickly turned into letters the more you focused on them. Three words, eight letters, ghosting over and over again on your arm. 

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love—

“Steve, stop,” You chided, lacing your fingers through his to halt his movements. “That tickles.” 

“But I’m bored!” He whined, throwing his head back dramatically. You tore your eyes away from the screen, reaching up to swipe your thumb across his pouty lower lip in an attempt to push it back. Steve batted your hand away, trying his best to nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck despite the awkward angle he was at. You just sighed good-naturedly, because if there was one thing you’d learned about Steve Harrington all the years you’d been together, it was that he got extremely clingy when he was tired. 

“Take a nap, Stevie. I know you’re tired from work.” You replied softly. “Just sleep, bub. I got you.” 

Steve’s response was an immediate ‘okay’. He would never admit it in front of the kids, but he loved falling asleep in your arms. It made him feel safe. And despite the tough, suave older guy persona he gave off in front of everyone else, that was all he really wanted to be. Safe. 

You smoothed a hand down his back as his eyes fluttered shut, and it didn’t take long for him to slip into a peaceful sleep, soft, rhythmic puffs of breath tickling your neck as he napped. 

Looking over at the kids, you had to stifle a chuckle at the sight of all six of them fast asleep as well. 

For a movie they’d insisted on, it sure was funny how fast they’d conked out. 

You decided to see the movie through to its end by yourself, being careful not to shift around too much and disturb Steve’s slumber. 

And when the movie screen went black after it ended, you didn’t mind sitting in the dim living room for a while, stroking your fingers through his hair as you listened to the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen accompanied by everyone’s quiet snores. But when your arm started to go numb under the weight of Steve’s head, you very delicately roused him from his sleep. 

Steve blinked awake slowly, smacking his lips together as he focused on you groggily. “Time is it?” 

“Past midnight, probably. Movie’s over, kids fell asleep,” You whispered back, nudging him away from you gently and clambering to your feet to stretch your tingling limbs. Steve cast a glance over at the sleeping kids, running his hands through his hair clumsily before heaving himself to his feet with a heavy sigh. 

“We should get them home.” He yawned, but you caught his wrist before he could move to wake them up. “What?” 

“We can’t send them home, Stevie, they’re sleeping!” You exclaimed softly, tugging him back toward you. “Can’t we just leave them on the couch for the night? They look so peaceful.” 

“But that means we have to make them breakfast in the morning.” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun! Like our own little family breakfast.” You were already padding away from him before he could register what you’d said, murmuring something about calling their parents to let them know. 

Family breakfast. Your family. 

Memories of the conversation he’d overheard earlier came flooding back at the sight of you chatting idly on the phone over in the kitchen, and as he threw blankets over the sleeping kids on the couch, he could suddenly picture doing the same thing if the two of you ever had kids of your own.

Maybe he’d scoop them up in his arms and take them back to their rooms with a kiss to their foreheads. Maybe you’d both bunk in the living room with them for a little family sleepover. He’d be fine with his back hurting the next day if it meant spending time with his kids. 

His kids. Fuck, he was thinking way too far into your words right now. 

Steve shook himself out of his thoughts, catching a glimpse of you slipping into the hallway and following you to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth while you showered, and when you made your way back to the bedroom after you were done, he was already laying in bed, one arm tucked behind his head as his eyes tracked your movements until you were settled in next to him under the covers. 

He immediately tugged you flush against him, pressing his nose to the top of your head and giving an overexaggerated sniff of your hair before sighing contentedly. “You smell so good.” 

“Glad you think so. I used your shampoo.” 

“You used—oh, you’re sneaky,” He lilted, pinching your arm gently with a soft smile. “My sneaky girl.” 

You just let out a soft, tired hum in response, snuggling closer to his bare chest. You’d almost let his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep when he spoke suddenly. 

“So…I heard you talking to the kids earlier. About us.” Steve’s voice was hushed, but still punched through the comfy silence, and his words made you freeze. “About our future.” 

You traced an absentminded finger along his bicep, stalling for time as you floundered for a suitable response. How were you supposed to justify confiding your future to a bunch of 14 year olds? 

“They were—they were curious.” 

“Did you mean what you said? About marriage and kids, and shit?” You could tell he was trying his hardest to sound casual, but it was Steve. You knew him like the back of your hand, so you knew that the little Steve Harringtons in his brain were probably running around sounding alarm bells right about now. He must’ve taken your prolonged silence as an answer, because he cleared his throat awkwardly. “You don’t have to answer, I was just—” 

“I did. I do…mean it.” You blurted, fidgeting fingers stilling on his arm. “Marriage and kids and shit with you sounds like a dream.” 

“A good one, I hope?” 

You let out a breathy laugh. “A very good one.” 

Emotions thrummed through Steve’s chest like something warm—excitement, relief. More excitement. Even more relief. You wanted the same thing he did. He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if you didn’t. Probably just sucked it up and died a little inside. 

“God, I love you, sweetheart. Have I told you that?” 

“Only about five times a day.” 

“Only five? Man, I need to up my game. My girl needs to hear it a solid ten at least.” 

“Dork.” You mumbled, pressing your lips against his chest where you laid, then inching your way up until you finally reached his face, both your stupid smiles visible even in the dark room. 

The kiss you pressed to Steve’s lips was giggly and deliriously sleepy, but still sincere, a promise of forever and always facing down into his belly and searing itself into his very core. “I love you. I can’t wait for our future.” 

“Our future. That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” He breathed, splaying a hand across your hip over the covers. “You, me, a bunch of lil nuggets, just taking on the world.” 

“A bunch? How many kids do you want, dude?” 

“Oh, at least six.” 

Your eyes widened almost comically. “Six? I am not giving you six kids, Steve Harrington.” 

“But—” 

“I’m going to sleep now.” You said firmly, shutting him up with a pointed look. 

Steve sighed, settling on tucking himself even closer to you, letting you nestle your head against the dip in his collarbones comfortably. “Fair. We’ll talk about it another time. Love you.” 

“Love you.” You echoed, stifling a yawn. 

Steve fell asleep fast yet again, leaving you awake with nothing to do but think. 

Your eyes drifted across his bare torso, flitting over every single freckle and mole dotting his smooth skin and wondering how long it would take you to kiss every single one of them. Probably a long time. You’d have time to kiss all of him any time you wanted when you spent the rest of your lives together. 

You’d have time to do anything you wanted when you spent the rest of your lives together. And maybe one day that anything would include a few little nuggets running around wreaking havoc in your home. You weren’t sure when, or how many (though you already knew that Steve would continue to push for six), but one thing you knew for sure was that you’d be happy with anything at all as long as Steve Harrington was by your side. 

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[babyboy-cody]

Literally your Grayson smut has me GONE 😵‍💫😵‍💫 can I ask for like anything that has to do with Gray fingering reader with his arm across the back of the couch and his lips against your ear with dirty talk???? Love you!

okay you’ve officially KILLED ME 😮‍💨

It had been Kristina and yours idea to have a movie night/fort. While the twins were reluctant, seeing the excitement on their girls’ faces was enough for them to help create the giant fort in the living room. Kristina and Ethan chose their spot on the floor in front of yours and Grayson’s spot on the couch. The four of you had your own assortment of snacks so that there wasn’t the continuous interruption of the movie when one of you needed to get up and get another snack.

The layout of the separate forts were quite simple. For Ethan and Kristina’s fort, couch cushions were placed behind and on either side of them with a large blanket covering the top. The cushions were big enough for them to sit underneath without their heads touching the blanket. Yours and Grayson’s fort had tall cushions on either side with a bigger blanket covering the top, sides, as well as the back of the couch. The lights were all off and the sun had already set - the only source of light being from the huge television hung on the wall above the fireplace.

Halfway through the movie, Grayson had gotten a little bored and started getting distracted by his own thoughts. He subtly turned his head to look down at you, his thoughts suddenly being overcome by you. The soft hues of light coming from the television made you look angelic that it nearly took his breath away. With your beautifully curled eyelashes, the soft slope of your nose, your parted lips as your entire focus was on the movie playing - every single thing about you enticed him. He couldn’t stop himself from lowering his head until his lips were at your ear to huskily whisper, “You’re so pretty.”

Almost immediately, your attention was pulled away from the movie and was focused on the handsome man beside you. You felt your cheeks warm up as your breathing stuttered. “Pay attention to the movie,” you softly whispered and nudged him with your elbow. Grayson loved how shy you got when you were complimented, especially when it came from him. He was obsessed with the effect he had on you.

“How could I when you’re sitting next to me?” He whispered in your ear again, watching closely when you squirmed closer to him. “You don’t understand how hard it is not to fuck you right here.”

You muffled your gasp and looked up at him in shock at how vulgar he was being, especially with company around. He has a smug grin on his face as he licks his lips. Under the blanket splayed across both your laps, he placed his right hand on your inner thigh and slowly spreads them.

“Think you can keep quiet for me, pretty girl?” He huskily asked in your ear, lightly nipping your earlobe and relishing in the way you shivered. You frantically nodded and bit your lip as you gripped the blanket to make sure it doesn’t slide down. There was a lump in your throat and a rush of butterflies in your stomach. It dawned on you that Grayson was seriously going to finger you while Ethan and Kristina were a few feet away.

He applied the slightest pressure against the crotch of your shorts. He rubbed agonizingly slow circles, hard enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure. Your lips part to let out a choked and soft gasp. Grayson chuckles quietly in your ear before whispering, “That feel good?” And you nod frantically while eagerly spreading your thighs more open. It was embarrassing how desperate you seemed, but every little thing Grayson did always made you desperate. “If I slide my hand down these little shorts, are you gonna be wet for me?”

“M-Maybe..” you let out a shy giggle, barely flinching when a loud explosion erupts from the movie. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

He immediately slides his large and veiny hand under the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers back against the crotch of your panties this time - the fabric so damp and sticking to your dripping pussy. Grayson lets out a muffled groan that he hides in your hair. Somehow, the thought of getting caught didn’t scare you anymore. It just amped up the excitement.

“You’re dripping through these fucking panties,” he huffs a small laugh of disbelief, his hot breath hitting your ear and making you shiver once again. “Take off your shorts.” To your dismay, he pulls his hand out and gets himself comfortable - legs spread, body slouched, left arm never once moving from behind your shoulders on the back of the couch. Hastily pulling off your shorts, you readjusted the blanket until it covered yours and Grayson’s lap, as well as spreading your thighs to its original position. His hand goes right back between them and nestles against your clothed cunt. He can feel the outline of your pussy lips against the thin fabric and the small button of your clit beginning to swell.

Kristina and Ethan suddenly let out boisterous laughter after a particular funny scene, briefly scaring you at the possibility if one or both of them coming out if their fort and catching you and Grayson. His long fingers start rubbing your clit a little faster, now applying harder pressure for you to feel that tingly sensation. You rest your head back on his arm, your hips barely twitching against his hand. He whispers a small “fuck” in your ear, very slowly and finally sliding his hand into your panties to gain perfect access to your bare pussy.

Your brows furrowed and bitten lips parted, your face contorting into one of relief. Grayson couldn’t believe how wet you were until he dipped his fingers down to scoop some of your slick. He can almost here the obscene wet noises of his fingers rubbing all over your click to spread your wetness. You hastily grabbed onto his wide wrist, nails digging into his tanned and hairy skin.

With his lips against your ear, in a husky and gruff voice, he mumbles, “Just lay back and let daddy do what he does best.” Almost instantly, he began rubbing frantic circles on your swollen clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching around nothing. He’s rubbing you just right - it’s almost too much but not enough. The hood of your clit just barely pulled back until your bundle of nerves was fully exposed. The pads of Grayson’s fingers pressed down against it and it has your stomach bursting with butterflies. More slick pools out of you as you fight back your moans. With one hand around his moving wrist, the other clamps down over your mouth.

“I can’t wait to fuck you nice and hard when this movie ends,” Grayson cockily tells you, pulling away to look at your expression. His pupils have expanded from arousal. He never once let up the speed of his fingers on your inflamed cunt. He rubs much faster and harder, loving how hard it is for you not to let out your pleasure filled squeals and moans. Your hips began bucking more freely against his hand. “You want my fingers inside, pretty girl?”

“Yes yes yes yes,” you quietly babbled incoherently as your clit throbbed erratically, the tingles spreading like a wildfire throughout your lower-half. Your toes curled when Grayson roughly shoves his middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, the burning stretch making your eyes cross as you let out a pretty loud gasp that was thankfully silenced by a couple arguing on the screen. He starts fucking your pussy with his fingers, crooking them and rubbing your g-spot perfectly. The palm of his hand presses and rubs your clit. Both sensations has your mind turning to mush.

“You’re just soaking all over my fingers, aren’t you?” He softly asks in a condescending way. You can now hear the sopping wet noises of his fingers fucking your insides. You didn’t realize how loud it was.

“Yo, can you both stop making out please?” Ethan shouted from his spot in his own fort, immediately making your eyes open and thighs shutting around Grayson’s hand and wrist. “It’s loud as fuck! And gross!”

“My bad, bro,” Grayson lets out a full belly laugh and doesn’t stop the come hither motions of his fingers. He looks down at you with a grin wide enough for you to see the jewel on his canine tooth. He silently raised his brows at you as if challenging you to say something. He pulls his fingers out from your tightening cunt, just as you’re on the cusp of a strong orgasm, and he goes back to rubbing your clit at a fast pace. Your mouth falls open and your head falls back against his arm again. You’re holding onto his arm with both hands now to ground yourself. He leans in close to your face, his floppy hair brushing against your temple. “Are you gonna cum, angel?”

At the sight of your frantic nodding and heavy panting, he rubs faster and harder. And then you felt it. The wave getting higher and higher and higher. Your toes curled as you practically humped his hand like a dog in heat. When that wave finally crashed down, you had to bury your face in Grayson’s neck. He gruffly groans and shoves his middle and ring fingers back inside your pussy, feeling your walls contracting around them to keep your orgasm going. He slows his fingers to a stop before gently rubbing your overstimulated clit with his thumb. When you let out a small whimper against neck, he presses a quick kiss to your forehead and pulls his fingers out of you.

“You still wanna fuck later?” He bluntly asks you, staring at his pruned fingers coated in your cum.

You elbowed him with a quiet laugh. “How could I refuse that offer?”

He side eyes you - a gesture he always does because it makes you blush - and slowly licks his fingers into his mouth, letting out a deep moan only you can hear. Suddenly, the movie pauses and Ethan announced, “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You quickly grabbed the couch pillow and held it against your chest to hide your still fast breathing. You always shut your thighs and move them into a criss-cross position, stifling a gasp at the ache in and around your pussy. Grayson licks his lips and subtly wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist just as Ethan stands and looks at you both.

“No more making out!” He points at you both.

You and Grayson look at each other, both of you hiding a smirk before looking at Ethan. When you both nod in agreement, watching as he leaves to the bathroom, you lean over to whisper in Grayson’s ear, “Can I suck your dick?”

[emjiroki]

Megumi x Reader NSFW (aged up)

18+ Minors DNI

Word Count:1.9k

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Teasing, Explicit Scenes and Language

My first real Megumi fic! I had to write something for him because I’m in love him and his daddy 🤤💕 He was alot of fun to write and I’ll definitely be doing more for him later! Big thank you to @fuwushiguro​ for her beta work and editing for me like an Angel! Hope everyone enjoys reading ❤ 

Teasing Megumi Fushiguro was always a good time. Watching his face flushing as you grazed your fingers across the front of his pants or the light breathy kisses pressed to that soft spot beneath his ear that always made him rock hard. But you had never been bold enough to try it in public, especially not in front of your mutual friends at a restaurant.

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Yuuji had called and pestered Megumi into coming to dinner that night, him begrudgingly agreeing after some rib pokes from you. 

“It’ll be fun” You had said, fighting a smirk from your face and kissing him just long enough to make him breathless.

“Only because you’ll be there” Megumi had said with a soft smile, pulling you forward to press against him. ‘If only you knew’  

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“Yeah, Gojo sensei would have been here but he’s out of town” Yuuji said, sucking you back into the conversation. 

“Well I’m happy to have a break from him, been dealing with that crazy asshole and his sweet tooth for too long,” Nobara said with a relieved sigh, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Ha. You think you have? That's laughable” Megumi scoffed with a roll of his eyes. 

“Like you don’t love him” You said with a smile, knowing that Gojo’s contact picture in Megumi’s phone was one of them together last year at everyone’s graduation. 

“Think what you want, Gojo is a thorn in my side” He said, dark eyes fixing you with a stern look as you slowly, innocently, placed your hand on his thigh. He was tense, waiting for any sign of movement to stop you, but you left your hand still, the flexed muscles under your fingertips relaxing. 

“But you love me, right Fushiguro?” Yuuji said, elbowing into his side with a bright smile. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Megumi said, fighting a smirk as Yuuji laughed. Conversation died down once the food came, everyone eager to dig in since you didn’t get good sushi very often. But your mind was elsewhere. Hand cupped around the top of Megumi’s leg, the light pressure of your fingers dragging against his inner thigh catching his attention and nearly making him choke. He swatted your hand away under the table, a light blush on his cheeks as he coughed.

“Are you okay, love?” You asked concernedly, even as he glared at you. It was so hard to fight the smile from your face. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” Megumi said with emphasis. The look he gave you when everyone else was settled down told you he knew the game you were playing. That you were testing his patience. Your hand was tracing slowly up and down his thigh, his breath hitching every now and then when you got too close to the ever growing tent in his pants, a sly smirk aimed in his direction as his flush darkened. 

“Hey Fushiguro you okay? Looking a little red” Yuuji asked with his cheeks stuffed. 

“Just the wasabi” Megumi said almost too quickly, “And don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s grOSs”. His voice changed octaves for a moment when you grabbed his cock, the fabric of his clothes rubbing against him and the firmness of your grip making a shiver roll down his spine. 

“Did you hit your knee?” Nobara asked, reaching for the soy sauce, “I’ve gotten bruises from these damn low tables so many times”. Megumi simply nodded in agreement, deciding to keep quiet because he definitely didn’t trust his voice. Yuuji and Nobara began arguing over the last spicy tuna roll, and Megumi’s attention was focused on you. His stormy blue eyes were dark behind shining pupils, the flush of fresh warmth to his cheeks giving his skin a rosy glow. It took everything in you not to kiss him. You begin to get more bold, deft fingers pulling at his pants button, all while the other two were still bickering. Megumi’s hand suddenly stopped you, inches away from undoing the zipper, and fixed you with a heated stare. He quickly, and subtly, buttoned his pants again. 

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” Megumi said. You moved your hand away quickly as he scooted his chair away from the table and stood, “I’ll pay for drinks if you two monsters cover the sushi”.

“Will do!” Nobara said with a smile, stuffing the last piece into her mouth. Not even five minutes after Megumi was out of sight, a text came in through your phone. Thank god you silenced it. 

‘Come here. Now.’ it read. Heat pooled in your gut. He was really going along with this. You almost jumped from your chair and ran to the bathroom but you kept calm, sliding your phone back into your purse and pulling your dress down a little to stand up. 

“I’m gonna go grab another beer from the bar since we’re tabbing up soon. Anyone else want one?” You asked, an excited flush to your cheeks. 

“Me please” Yuuji said, holding up his empty bottle. You made it seem like you were walking to the bar, silently thanking whoever built this place for keeping the bathroom so close to it, looking back to see if they noticed you and ducked into the bathroom. You were a step from the door when Megumi’s hand shot out and snatched your wrist, dragging you inside and locking the door. A quiet squeak escaped you when he pushed you against the door, a thick thigh pressing up against your wet panites as he pinned your wrists above your head. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He snapped, blue eyes furious as he glared at you. 

“Just having a little fun Gumi” You purred, finger flexing with the need to touch him. “Don’t you like fun?”.

“Not when I have to wait through dinner and car ride home before the real fun begins. Teasing is a dirty little game to play” He said in a low voice, lips so close to your ear you could almost turn your head and kiss him. 

“I never said you had to wait for anything” You said, the response coming out breathier than you had expected, but it received the desired effect. A low groan pulled its way from his chest, his hands loosening their hold on your wrists to move down to your waist, pulling you away from the door and turning you to the row of sinks. 

“So you want to be fucked in public, baby? Why didn’t you just tell me earlier?” Megumi asked, his breath hot in your ear as he pushed you forward, “Would’ve bent you over in front of that whole restaurant if you wanted.” Heat flushed your body as he turned you back around to face him and manhandled you up onto the counter. You knew what he was saying wasn’t true, Megumi having a little more dignity than to do that, but it was still so hot to hear him talk so dirty. You grasped his face between your hands and pressed your lips to his, another low moan rolling out against your tongue as it slid across his lip. The kiss was hurried, frenzied, but that’s okay. You would have all the time in the world later. But right now you need each other. Immediately. You tried to pull yourself away for a moment to remove your panties but he wouldn’t let you. Pulling your dress up around your hips, he was almost panting at the sight of the sheer black underwear you had decided to wear. Megumi quickly undid the button and zipper of his pants, his hardened cock arching up as he pulled his underwear down.

“Teasing me like that” He huffed,cheeks flushing anew as he yanked the pretty, soaked panties to the side, “You want to act like a needy bitch in heat then you’ll get fucked like one”. You were thankful you had been wet long before you got here because he wasted no time pushing in, choking off any moans with a hand around your throat. 

“Don’t want to mess up that pretty lipstick” Megumi said with a low groan as your pulsing cunt squeezed around him. “We gotta be quiet Baby”.

‘Speak for yourself’ you thought as he pressed a panting kiss to your lips, setting his teeth into his bottom lip to keep any sounds at bay. Your legs were curled around his waist as he pumped into you, his hands gripping your hips and keeping you hanging just off the edge of the counter. 

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Wanted to be fucked like a little whore?” Megumi groaned, his hand releasing your throat to get better leverage, “Really pushing my limits today”. A surprised moan escaped you when his right hand slapped down against your bare ass not once but twice, his long fingers smoothing over the stinging flesh. Heat rose to your cheeks at the thought of someone actually hearing you, someone trying to get into the bathroom to find it locked and the sound of you being fucked out of your mind behind the door. 

“Don’t get bashful now love, live in it because we’ve gotta go.” Megumi sped up his thrusts, the obscene, squelching noises only getting louder along with your barely restrained moans. 

“Fuck Gumi, I’m gonna cum” You squealed, digging your heels into his lower back to pull him even closer. 

“Cum around my cock so everyone can hear you” He nearly growled into your ear, his hips stuttering as you clenched down around him. You tried not to moan too loud, you really did and you hoped the music from the bar outside would cover any noise, but spots were blinking behind your eyelids as his hot cum filled your insides, the panting moan of your name rolling off his tongue nearly had you cumming again in your oversensitivity. With no time to bask in the afterglow, he pulled out, quickly pulling your panties back into place so nothing would drip down your legs for now. 

“Keep everything in those panties until we get home and I’ll give you a treat,” Megumi said with a quick kiss before fixing his pants. After cleaning yourself up, as much as possible anyway, you left the bathroom first. Making your way over to the bar you ran into Nobara, two beer bottles in hand. 

“Hey where did you go? Yuuji and I have been waiting” she said, taking a sip of her beer. You thought of something quickly as you felt Megumi’s cum leaking into your underwear.

 “Uh Megumi got sick, too much wasabi apparently, he sent me a text and I was making sure he was okay to go home” You said quickly, mentally patting yourself on the back. “Oh that sucks! Well we can get together again later!” She said with a shrug, following you back to the table where Megumi was counting out the drink money.

“I’m sorry you got sick, man” Yuuji said with a disappointed sigh. You almost smiled. Great minds think alike. 

“Not a big deal, it’ll pass,” Megumi said, taking a sip of his water and trying his best to act ill. Yuuji slung an arm around his shoulders. 

“But don’t you worry, we’ll be back soon! We’ve got a lot of good memories in this place” He grinned. 

“Yeah” Megumi said, locking eyes with you, a small smile pulling at his lips, “We do.” 

[bibliocratic]

clear the area jonmartin, post-MAG200 content warnings in the tags

They earn their ending. A happy-ever-after beyond the gaze of any eyes.

Jon endures his abdication. This world has no Archivists, has need of none, the thankless crown of Knowing finally unburdened from his shoulders. The blood washes off Martin’s hands with soap and scrubbing and scalding water. They live.

The end. In conclusion. Fin.

-

Jon’s new scar, the packaging of his skin split ragged from collarbone to sternum, fades like sun-caught paint. A maw of red pursing to a gummy primrose pink, settling into a rough cartography of white.

The first few months are hard. Brimstone flare-up silences and ice-pick shouting, open-handed forgiveness and closed-fist weeping. They drain themselves to husks with anger and worry and grief until there is enough space for better things to grow there in their stead. Jon’s nightmares were a nightly stormfront to bear, sweated sheets and dawn fanfares of panic and dread, but he is learning now, with the space for his ribs to expand, that it is ok for them to breathe here.

Jon digs up the garden with a rusty trowel until it is a bumpy canvas of mulch and soil, dirt tucked under his fingernails and decorated with smudges up to his elbows. He hums while he irons their shirts in front of the television, thoughtless and senseless with tune.

Martin has tried to, but the sound goes down the wrong way.

-

Martin is happy.

-

It isn’t the sight as such, that might sit as a film over his vision to tinge his waking sepia. The reddest thing they own is a terracotta plant plot brimming with raggedy thyme that lives a precarious cliff-top existence on the kitchen windowsill. He observes Jon’s face in all its variations, even pained – when he snags splinters in his fingers, when he stubs his toe on the stone front step and swears damnation – and his response is sympathy tempered by admonishment.

It’s not the sensation, not really, that might tremble on his skin. Martin’s palms tend to dryness inside their homely bubble of creaky central heating, hemmed in by boisterous coastal winds. He handles bread knives and butter knives and steak knives and carving knives without the muscle memory of other blades, and he thinks he might be getting pretty handy with his oven experimentation.

It’s the sound. It wakes him, the noise lingering like the echo of a slap.

The slick punch of metal into muscle. A tooth-bared, tense-jawed gasp.

Resurfacing to shocked consciousness, he would be seized by a frenzy, to know, to check. His scattering hand scrabbling for the lamp with such force he hit it off the nightstand to roll in a giddy clatter, throwing off the covers to rapidly pollute both of them with the outside air. Jon would be rocked from sleep, groggy, panicked, and Martin’s words would not come, a train of thought trying to race full steam where no one had laid tracks, so it would be just the two of them, exhausted and upset and amping the other up in misery.

Now, upon his rousing, Martin knows not to turn on the light. He does not check. The aftermath of punch-gasp curls in his ear, and he inhale-exhale-inhales with the ferocity of mantra, and clamps the threatened tears in the clench of his teeth.

He does not wake Jon.

-

“How did you sleep?”

“Oh, you know me. Like a log.”

-

He is happy. He is. Why wouldn’t he be?

--

Jon rumbles like a rusty mechanism with snoring whenever he drops off on his back, and he mumbles accusatory when Martin coaxes him to his side. Martin finds black hairs on his pillowcase, in the shower plug. Jon is a vista of experience since the Eye left him, who gets hungry and tired and grumpy and drunk and silly and fed-up and giggly. Jon searches him out with the surety of magnets, and loves him, loves him, loves him. He seals kisses to Martin’s new landscape of extensive scars. Their disagreements, when they surface, are as meaningful and lasting as stones skipped on water.

Martin wanted this. He wants this. The rhythms of domesticity fading to foam on an untroubled shore.

He is out of practise with happiness, that’s all. It doesn’t come to him like breathing. He needs to till the earth of it, shelter its seeds from a thousand circling crows until it bears harvest.

He just has to try harder.

-

Night-time.

An episode or two of something simple, Jon nodding off like a capsizing ship before the credits. Encouraging him up in grousing, unwilling increments, rubbing out the nettle sting of pins and needles up his own arm. Check the locks, the light switches. Brush teeth. Pyjamas. Put his phone to charge, read until Jon succumbs to sleep. Click the light off, pushing Jon onto his side so his mouth doesn’t dry. Jon squirming around like a fastidious octopus until he has at least half his limbs hooked over Martin.

The dark creating shadow play. In the absence, Martin colouring in the gaps with lurid shades of disaster.

A creak – the rattle of a door downstairs, an intruder unfastening the back door, transferring their weight upon the staircase. A unfamiliar scent – the recollection of smoke-stench in his nostrils, the acrid promise of gas, the ferrous pungency of blood. The rain will flood their house to drown them. The wind will blow their roof in. Jon hooks his leg around Martin, the skin void of hair where Daisy’s mouth had almost torn it off, and all he can envision is the ways this could be destroyed as he watches.

Bundle Jon close. Ignore the rain, the itch at the bottom of his stomach, the queasy roil of his fear. Drift into unkind sleep populated with its garden of earthly terrors.

-

Martin is… not happy. Not exactly. And that’s fine. It’s fine.

-

Jon is happy.

-

Jon, rubbing at the compression lines around his hips, the accusatory splay of the top button refusing to budge closed:

“I can’t fit into my jeans.”

Martin enfolds him from behind, planting his palms over the slight paunch of Jon’s stomach, filled out through sensible eating and small indulgences and a hunger that will never be ravenous but has restored its human qualities.

“Hmm. It’s a good look on you. Healthier.”

“Or it’s middle age.”

“Or it’s eating things that aren’t tea and meal-deal sandwiches.”

“Or other people’s terror.”

“Oh yes, you’re right, I completely forgot about your subsistence diet of eldritch and unbidden horrors in a luscious wholegrain wrap, forgive me.”

Jon laughs at that. The sound has not yet lost its novelty for either of them.

He shifts, turns, his arms a buoy around Martin’s stomach.

“You’ve lost weight.”

“Must be all the clean air,” Martin quips. “All that healthy living.”

-

Punch. Gasp. Exhale.

Martin wakes up.

When his heart has wound down from the pace of its gallop, he extricates himself from Jon’s grip. It is a laborious task to find the places where they’ve joined in the night and pull them apart, like separating fabric snagged on rosebushes.

He gets some water from the cold tap in the kitchen. Sits heavily on the sofa, the room cossetted by the gloom.

Punch. Gasp. Exhale.

His hands shake.

He doesn’t go back to bed.

-

He isn’t happy, but he could grow to be. He could. He could. He just isn’t trying hard enough.

-

Some days, he feels like he’s waiting for the ice to give under them.

Check the passers-by as they walk. Anyone familiar, any teeth filed too sharp, anything animal or blood-shot, any eyes that glance too deep.

Check the oven. The gas knobs are angled to off but a leak is not impossible in a house this old, their alarm might malfunction, they might fall asleep and some spark from a plug socket could catch and incite a conflagration.  

Check the window latches. The opening wide enough for a body to squirm through, the claws of a Hunter marring the sill. Wriggling infestations that invade through the letter box, the keyhole, the gap under the door where the wind can whistle through.

Check. Check. Check.

-

Jon is happy. Jon has a job, work friends, a hundred small luxuries that he has struggled to earn. Jon is happy, so why can’t he be? He went through so much less, the blood washed off easily with soap, what the fuck does he have to cry over –

-

Martin has always crafted his masks from scrap, tongue out in concentration, piecing things together in low light, a make-do-and-mend of his own devising. His early efforts, the paper mâché and glue easily cracked before he learned to shore up his constructions. He has a small collection garnered over years.

The quiet-voiced, muffled-stepped, muted-smiled creation of a Good Son.

The zipped-mouth, no-refusals-no-complaints-yes-of-course-how-high earnestness of the Good Employee, the desperation sanded off the edges so no one could see.

The I’ll-get-the-first-round friendliness, the open-handed, open-hearted, too-naïve Good Colleague.

This new mask forms in increments, in the same way a rising mound of dirt marks the extent of a grave being dug.

He doesn’t mean to. It’s just he’s better at not talking about things. He always has been. And it is an ugly, easy comfort, to slip back into bad habits.

And Jon is happy.

All the things Martin does not wish to permit the light to touch he compresses inside like shaken soda. The rot in him deepens structural, the places where he papers over moulds and fungal speckles with the distraction of their new life. His smile parades simple, contented, cheeky, teasing, and there is a meticulous artistry in each. He sketches interest, paints joy, manufactures irritation out of the clay of nothingness that he allows himself to feel instead of the overwhelming rush of everything else.

I love you, his mouth murmurs, laughs, sighs, groans, and that at least is always true.

The mask of a Good Partner slips on tailor-made.

-

They find their nine-to-fives. Jon’s job is uneventful, boring, and nowhere near an Archive. He works in a registry office for the council, filing and organising and he’s cheerfully lied on his CV in order to get it. He gets the bus and texts Martin grumpy faces and GIFs summarising his mood when he gets suck in the commute or some idiot parks in a bus lane, he has a couple of colleagues he likes and a greater number that he tolerates, he gets a hot chocolate from this universe’s overpriced multinational chain on his lunch hour. When he gets home, he complains with delight at the mundanity of his dissatisfactions, regales Martin with tales of meagre drama.

Martin gets a cleaning job at a school. It is monotonous, dull and safe. Martin loses track of the time easily, quagmired in his musings. The children are wary of him and his visible scarring but it doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. The teachers are friendly enough, as well as the other cleaning staff, but he does not make friends. They’ll have to move anyway, if anything finds them here, if the Fears emerge again.

Martin tries not to feel like he’s waiting.

-

He wants to have a good night’s sleep.

-

“I’ll have breakfast at the school, don’t worry.”

“There were some leftovers from the canteen, so I’m kind of full.”

“It was one of the teacher’s birthdays, you know, Denise? Heh, might have had a bit too much cake. I’ll pop this in the fridge for later though, it’ll keep till tomorrow.”

“I’m just not that hungry tonight, Jon.”

-

He feels sharper when he doesn’t eat. It is uncomfortable, a scratched-out, hollowing sensation, but things focus more. He can control nothing else but this, and it feels good, to have this mastery over himself when so much is beyond him.

He drops down notches on his belt and tells Jon it’s all the walking he’s doing.

-

The world continues to happen to them. He goes to the cinema with Jon and picks at popcorn and encourages Jon’s outraged opinion. He meets Jon’s mildly interesting work friends and plays nice and excels at small talk, and he drinks half a cider that he nurses over the evening because it’s making his head fuggy. His body communicates its sharpness to him and he gains grim satisfaction from ignoring it. He goes to work and goes home and doesn’t sleep and goes to work and goes home and doesn’t sleep.

Martin does his best at living, and his mask doesn’t slip.

-

“You seem tired,” Jon pries his words out carefully, picking them out of his teeth as one would scraps. “Is… is everything ok?”

“Yeah, sure it is. Why?”

“…  you seem a bit down today. Recently. Is anything… is there anything you want to talk about?”

“I’ve just been working too hard. Been a while since I had to do double-shifts, heh, I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“If you’re sure?”

Jon shifts to a different position where he’s sat on the sofa, his legs tucking up under him. Martin endures his questioning gaze with practise.

“Yeah, I’m all good.”

Martin delivers a hand-crafted smile that’s gilded heavily with guilelessness and reassurance. He watches as Jon believes him and hates himself.

-

“You know… You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you can – you know you can talk to me, Martin?”

Martin’s eyes focus on Jon’s chest at the point where a knife once sunk in, and doesn’t reply.

-

Punch. Gasp. Exhale.

Martin wakes up.

Jon has twisted over onto his back again, rattling like a chain-smoker’s cough with his snoring. They were quiet that evening, tangled up in their own thoughts, but there is none of that distance in sleep. During the night, Jon’s wormed himself out of the covers with a single-minded determination, his restless legs squashing the duvet to the bottom of the bed on his side, encouraging Martin’s to follow suit.

He’s shirtless, his top chucked off to pile unceremoniously on the floor. The temperature is ripe with a burgeoning summer heat, and Jon tosses and complains if he’s overwarm, and Martin didn’t think he’d get to feel the drudgery of another lived summer. He’s shirtless, and the room is palled in sweltering dark that softens the vague shapes of the wardrobe, the chest of drawers, the knickknacks of the life they’re building together. He’s shirtless, and Martin cannot see where the scar is, the only scar of Jon’s he has ever thought ugly, but he knows it is there. That he put it there. That he could just as easily be waking up alone.

His body pains him to live in it. His stomach tight and bottomed out empty.

He is so so tired.

Martin’s heartbeat does not slow down. His chest constricting, and he swallows, a sharp sound hiccupping in his throat. He stifles it with a forceful sniff but more come as a painful spasming wave, and he has to sit up if any air is to dribble into his lungs.

He should get up. He has to get up, do this in the bathroom, doubled-over the sink, stifling his weakness where it cannot be witnessed. He cannot do this here.

Punch. Gasp.

His burning face is soaked as he bunches up his sleeves against his reddening eyes. A calming exhale drains out shaky, moulds itself into another loud sob. He plants his hands over his mouth, screwing his eyes closed, and this will pass, he’s fine, this will pass…

“Martin?”

I’m sorry to wake you, he thinks to say. It’s nothing, go back to sleep, stop looking at me Jon, I’m fine, I’m fine, it’s nothing, it’s nothing…

His shoulders start to shake.

“Martin?” Jon repeats slowly. And the ice creaks and cracks and Martin gasps and then it breaks, and the force of his damned-up grief is tidal, catastrophic and he sobs into his hands.

“It’s… it’s alright – it’s… it was a nightmare, that’s all, ‘s alright…”

“It’s not!” Martin bubbles out, the words mashed to a wail in his hands. “It’s not, it’s not, it’ll ruin this…”

“Hey.” Jon brings his arm around Martin and he buries his head in the bony crook of his shoulder because he does not want to meet Jon’s eyes. “What do you mean? Martin?”

Jon rubs at his back. Martin’s body betrays him in a hundred ways as it collapses around him. His weeping wrings him out, dry-mouthed and headachy and trembling when he subsides into shivery breaths.

“Talk to me,” Jon says. “Please.”

“You’re so happy,” Martin sniffs out. “I-I want you to be happy, god, o-of course I do. Things are, they’re good, they’re good and we won, s-s-so why does it feel like I’m still holding my breath? I-I go to bed and I’m frightened of every noise, and I wake up and I’m terrified that someone somehow could take this all away, and I can’t sleep, and I-I’m tired, Jon, I’m tired of holding my breath, and it’s all – it’s all so much a-a-a-and I can’t – ”

“Oh, Martin – ”

His words fail him then. Jon holds him up and his arms do not loosen.

“We-we’re going to fix this,” Jon says after a long while. “I promise you, together, we’ll – we’ll talk to someone. You aren’t alone in this. Together, alright, we’ll do this together. We’ve survived – everything else, we can get through this too.”

“I don’t know if I can believe you,” Martin says, too drained to avoid honesty.

“…Maybe not yet,” Jon says after a pause. “That’s OK. I can wait.”

I’m sorry, Martin attempts to say but Jon presses a kiss to his forehead.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Jon says. He strokes Martin’s sweat-soaked hair.

“… Can we talk? Tomorrow? You don’t have to tell me everything, but… I’d like to be there for you, if you want me. If you’ll let me.”

Martin nods because he doesn’t trust his gummed-up throat. Jon takes that as an answer.

Dawn comes in slowly enough but they see it in together.

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Comfortable

AN: It’s herrrree! Illumi smut as promised. If you like this, feel free to commission me for your own, personalized smut with your favorite character!~  ko-fi.com/whoopsieintheuniverse

Also, this can be read as an addition to my Illumi series, or separately. This is honestly just tooth-rotting fluff and smut. No plot. 

CW: body worship, Illumi. hair pulling and some spanking. Minors, pls do not interact. Thnks. 

A hand rested on Y/N’s stomach. It stayed there, basking in the warmth it found, before trailing down and settling on plush thighs. Illumi regarded the sleeping figure tucked firmly into his form. Y/N. They differed from the Zoldycks, from Illumi, in every way. Where Illumi and his family were blood and iron, hard lines and even harder features, Y/N was like cotton on a cloud. Soft. Gentle. Comfortable. 

Illumi allowed a smile to crack his stony expression. His hand that rested on Y/N’s thighs travelled back up to their stomach. He squeezed before trailing his nails up to their chest. Illumi paused and closed his eyes, allowing himself to count their heartbeats as their chest rose and fell. 

Yes, this was comfortable. If he had to steal, to kill, it was no problem. He was used to carnage, destruction, death. Illumi was raised as a Zoldyck; he was to make the shadows his home, and death a constant ally. Illumi looked down again as Y/N snored. No, now he was home. 

Y/N shifted again, pressing themselves further into Illumi’s embrace. He closed his eyes, basking in the warmth that they had to offer. Illumi pressed himself further into Y/N. Soft. Maybe he could have more…

Gently, Illumi reached up to Y/N’s face and stroked it. He breathed a kiss over their lips before whispering their name. 

“Y/N. Wake up.” 

Y/N groaned and turned over. Illumi shook their shoulders. 

Blearily, Y/N smacked their lips together. 

Illumi huffed humorlessly, and he slowly caged Y/N’s body under his. Illumi started to pepper kisses on Y/N’s cheek before trailing down to breathe on their collarbone. 

“Illumi?” 

Illumi grunted, continuing his movement. Y/N’s back arched as they felt teeth dig into their shoulder. Y/N looked down into Illumi’s eyes. They watched as his eyes crinkled before closing in bliss. Y/N laid back and relaxed into the bed, sighing as they felt their shirt lift from their body. They raised their back off the mattress to help Illumi undress them, and Y/N giggled as eagerly, Illumi’s hands found their shoulders and guided them back to the bed. Illumi’s tongue traced the curves of their chest, taking time to explore every dip Y/N’s body had to offer. Illumi’s lips caressed one of Y/N’s nipples before locking on tightly. Y/N hissed at the contact. 

“‘Lumi. It’s the middle of the night. What’s gotten into you?” Instead of answering, Illumi’s right hand plucked at the empty space on Y/N’s chest while his other floated to the side of their face. Y/N leaned into his touch, sighing and smiling at the sight in front of them. 

Illumi sensed Y/N’s eyes on him. With a soft pop, Illumi let go of Y/N’s chest, a thin string of saliva still connecting them together. 

“I didn’t realize I’d have an audience,” Illumi said. 

“You’re just so pretty, I couldn’t help myself.” 

Illumi huffed again before quickly kissing the corner of Y/N’s mouth. Y/N took the time to run their fingers through his hair, appreciating the silk that ran through their fingers. Illumi sat back on his haunches, and he pulled Y/N closer into his lap. Y/N squealed as they felt themselves and Illumi fall back on their bed, and they shivered when they felt his lips connect with theirs once again. 

Slowly, Illumi’s body started to rock against Y/N’s, and Y/N let out a gasp as they felt his clothed erection press into them. 

“Mm.. Illumi…”

“Hm?” 

Y/N sat up, straddling Illumi’s hips. They placed their hands on his chest and smiled as they felt him grind against their backside. Illumi gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, before moving his hands back to Y/N’s behind and reveling in the cushion he found. Y/N giggled as Illumi squeezed them, and they let out a squeak as they realized that Illumi was pushing them further up his body. 

“‘Lumi, I don’t know,” Y/N trailed off. Illumi froze and looked up at Y/N, who was now straddling his chest. 

“Did I misread the situation?” he asked. 

Y/N felt their face and shoulders burn. They stared at Illumi’s forehead instead of meeting his eyes. 

“We’ve never done this before.” 

“No. We’ve had sex plenty of times, Y/N.” 

Y/N groaned and tried to roll off of Illumi, but his grip stopped them. 

“Not that,” Y/N said. “I mean, what you’re about to do.” 

“Sorry, but now I’m even more confused. I’ve given you oral sex before as well, Y/N.” 

“Not in this position, Illumi!” 

“So?” 

“I’m nervous. My thighs are bigger than your head.” 

Suddenly, a slap sounded through the room. Y/N jumped as they felt a sting on their behind. Y/N looked down and was met with hunger in Illumi’s eyes. He looked up at them, and a small smile cracked across his face. 

“I know.”  

“Illu-hey!” Y/N’s body swayed as Illumi heaved them up to his mouth. They grunted as Illumi’s lips started to peck at their inner thighs. Y/N reached down and threaded their fingers through Illumi’s hair and bucked into his mouth as he started to suckle on them. Y/N grinded themselves against Illumi’s mouth, softly moaning as his tongue explored their core. 

“Shit! Illumi…” Y/N rocked against his lips, and Illumi’s muffled chuckle sounded from between their thighs. Illumi’s hand came down again in a harsh strike on Y/N’s ass, and they moaned at the contact. Heat started to build in Y/N’s depths, and without warning, Illumi lifted Y/N from his mouth with a smack of his lips. 

“What the hell? Tease!” Y/N complained. They tried to scramble back up to Illumi’s lips, but easily, Illumi flipped the pair over so that he was on top of Y/N. He sat back and examined Y/N’s form sprawled before him. Illumi let his hands grope their stomach, squeezing the soft flesh. His hand travelled down to Y/N’s parted thighs, and Y/N moaned again when his fingertips found their saliva slick center. One finger breached Y/N’s center, and Y/N hand flew down to grab at Illumi’s wrist. 

“Too much?” Illumi asked. Y/N nodded, and carefully, Illumi withdrew his finger and crept to the side of his bed to retrieve a small bottle of lube. Y/N watched as Illumi slicked his fingers and returned to part Y/N open again. This time, Y/N hissed at the cold, but soon found themselves rocking along to Illumi’s movement’s inside of them. Slowly, the heat Y/N lost just moments before started somersaulting in their stomach. Still, it wasn’t enough. 

“Lumi...want more…” Y/N said. Illumi tilted his head before nodding. Y/N watched as Illumi freed himself from his briefs. They licked their lips, eyes fixated on the straining flesh in front of them. 

“Illumi...” Y/N whined. Illumi trapped Y/N underneath them, bringing their legs up to wrap around his waist. Y/N let out a breath as Illumi ground against him. Their nails raked down his back, and they bit their lip as Illumi prodded their entrance. Y/N squirmed at the intrusion and moaned as Illumi captured their lips in another searing kiss. Slowly, Illumi started to rock into Y/N, carefully caressing their sides. Illumi buried his face into their neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. Y/N scratched at Illumi’s back, and their hands found their way to his behind. Illumi groaned as he felt Y/N press into his backside, spurring him on. 

“Harder...please. More.” 

Illumi’s hips rolled and Y/N moaned as he started to pick up the pace. The heat in their core ignited again. Illumi’s hips slapped against theirs brutally, and tears pricked the corners of Y/N’s eyes. Illumi’s hands found purchase against Y/N’s thighs; he lifted them into his hands and pulled Y/N even closer to him. Y/N wailed at the change in angle. So close, yet so far away. Each strike of Illumi’s hips sent them further careening into bliss. The room was heavy and hot, the muffled sounds of gasps and pleasured moans sounding off into the night. Y/N’s skin was ablaze, and a sheen of sweat started to cover them. Y/N looked up at Illumi, and found themselves staring at deep, dark eyes full of desire and love. Just as Illumi started to hit the spot that made Y/N see stars, Illumi dropped and draped his body over Y/N’s. Illumi pressed his forehead to Y/N’s, and Y/N smiled as they felt his breath ghost over their eyelashes. 

“Y/N,” Illumi breathed. 

Sensing how close they both were, Y/N reached for Illumi’s hand and wrapped their fingers around it tightly. 

“Illumi, sweetie. Cum with me, okay?” 

Illumi inhaled sharply and groaned. Y/N reached up and threaded their fingers through Illumi’s hair, tugging lightly as they went. They watched with glee as his eyes rolled back and his lips parted to let out a breathy moan. Y/N’s legs stretched and clamped around Illumi as the pressure in the pit of their stomach hit its breaking point. Y/N was first to tumble off that cliff, with Illumi chasing them not long after. Y/N whimpered, overstimulated, as Illumi slowed inside of them, sighing in relief when he stopped. Illumi and Y/N stayed connected, hearts slowing and breath quieting down to a lull. After a while, Y/N started to giggle. 

“What’s so funny?” Illumi asked. 

Y/N shrugged with a smile on their face. 

“I don’t know. It’s funny I guess...I’m just...I’m comfortable...like this. With you. I’m comfortable.” 

Illumi fell silent for a moment, before placing a small kiss on Y/N’s forehead. 

“I am as well.” 

[amane-by-together]

Crème Brûlée || Hanako-kun

part two of crème brûlée

genre: lime

pairing: vampire!hanako x female guest! reader

summary: [name] is now settled in the ghost hotel after being offered by hanako to stay with him. one night, after hanako had finished his errands, he decided to visit [name] in her room. getting messy with hanako during the night doesn't seem so bad after all.

warning: heated content, blood, groping and biting (stay away if ya ain't comfy)

Hanako smiled in satisfaction, finishing the last of his errands for the night since he didn't get to do it while having dinner. He can finally take a break from his duties. It was a tough day managing the hotel's maintenance as they will accommodate the needs of their guests.

As night falls, Hanako can't help but to feel in his intuition that there's something missing. Dinner felt really boring because he just ate some bland food that doesn't even reach his taste buds. The last time he had a good feed was when he licked off the blood on [Name]'s lips.

A smirk spreads across his face, remembering the night before. Hanako had a mental image of [Name] softly calling his name, begging him to make her his. The thought excites him more, constantly being betrayed by needy thoughts about [Name].

Her blood, lips, neck and chest, he wanted them all to himself. Hanako bit his lip, his mind flooding with such sinful thoughts. He stood up from his seat, grabbing a candle holder and lighting up the candles.

Hanako left his quarters and closed the door. He roamed around the silent hallways of the floor, aiming the flame of the candle on his path to see where he was going. It seems that the guests have fallen to rest.

The sound of thunder boomed loudly and the lightning flashes through the glass window from Hanako's peripheral vision. It seems that the storm was still there, maybe it'll take a day or two for it to pass.

'Hopefully she's still awake.' Hanako stopped in front of the door to [Name]'s room. He raised his gloved hand and knocked gently to the wooden door. "May I come in?"

"Just a second~!" [Name] yelled slightly in response, probably organizing some things inside. "You may come in."

Hanako opened the door as it creaked, revealing himself while holding the candleholder. "Good evening." He greeted with a gentle smile. "Thank you for letting me in."

"Good evening to you too, Hanako-kun." [Name] addressed with a sweet tone. Hanako eyed her soft lips, and then the clothes she was wearing; an off-shoulder white dress with lacy sleeves. His amber eyes landed on the glimpse of her cleavage through her dress.

'Now that's a nice view~' Hanako slightly smirked at the sight in front of him, licking the side of his lip. He wanted to lower that dress to see more, but he must lure his prey in before completely trapping her under him. [Name] waited for Hanako to talk, it seems that he's busy staring at her with ogling eyes.

"Um, Hanako-kun?" [Name] waves her hand in front of the male to snap out of his trance. Hanako blinked and its like his breath was taken by her. "Are you alright?" She asked with concern.

"I'm alright." Hanako replied immediately, closing the door behind him and hung his cape by the coat hanger. "I recently finished my duties and ate dinner, honestly the food is bland and it has slight flavor in it so technically I haven't been eating well..."

Hanako suddenly feels light headed as his cheeks flushed, feeling intoxicated towards [Name]. He darts behind her, placing his gloved hand on top of hers and intertwined their hands. [Name]'s cheeks went red at the sudden action. "You smell really sweet tonight..." Hanako inhaled her scent as he puts his arm around her waist.

"H-Hanako—" [Name] stuttered, her knees turning weak because of Hanako. It reminded her back when they first made out in her room, and something tells her that it's happening again.

"Sorry sweetheart, I can't help it~" Hanako whispered, his breath lingering against her ear as if she can feel his lips on that part. "But you look really hot right now..."

[Name]'s heart raced inside her chest. She looks like a scared bunny that is about to be hunted by a hungry wolf. "H-Hanako-kun~" Hanako started to kiss her neck gently as a start. "Right there..."

Hanako softly nibbles at the spot, turning it into a small hickey. There's no backing away now, Hanako was about to dig in to his dessert in front of him. Hanako spins [Name] around before kissing her, looping an arm around her torso then putting his hand on the back of her hair to caress her locks. "Mmm~"

[Name] puts her arms around his neck, tugging Hanako closer. Her fingers sliding in between his choppy locks and taking off his hat. Hanako grows even more eager by licking her bottom lip in which she opens her mouth slightly, letting him slide his tongue inside. 'Ahh, her mouth feels warm.' Hanako thought as he swirled his tongue gently with hers. 'I can't stop kissing her...'

Hanako couldn't pull away from [Name], even if he did, he'll end up wanting more from her. [Name] can feel herself melting against the kiss, her legs weakening and her mind turning foggy with neediness. Both of them slowly pulled away with a string of drool hanging from their tongues, staring at each other with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. "Do you have anything to do after this?" [Name] asks while panting softly.

"Other than you? Not really, how about you?" Hanako bounces a question back to [Name] in which she shakes her head no. Hanako bit his lip, he looked kinda hot while doing that. "I guess it's just you and me tonight~"

Then, an idea came to his mind. Hanako glances at [Name] suggestively. "Wanna get messy with me?~" he asks, holding her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "Like how things were getting messy last time?~"

[Name] blushed, looking down on her feet. Hanako chuckles lowly at her demeanor, she has always been sweet and shy towards the male. "I wonder how long would it take till I turn you into a mewling mess~" he teased with a playful expression and a glimpse of his fangs were showing. "Hmmm~"

"I would appreciate it if you stop teasing me..." [Name] can feel her whole face getting hotter.

"But I like teasing you dear~" Hanako implied with a cheeky smile as he booped her nose. "You're so cute I could just eat you out~"

[Name] raises her palms and places her fingertips against Hanako's lips. She shyly glances away from the vampire and muttered. "H-Hanako-kun, that's really needy of you..."

"Weren't you needy for me too?" Hanako gently yanks her hands away from his lips and then putting them around his neck as he reeled the maiden closer. "I can feel your lips mumbling for more, you know~" He says, grinning charmingly.

"Let's just continue..." [Name] blurts in with a nervous smile. Hanako tugs her closer in a kiss as [Name] eagerly kissed back. Hanako makes the kiss even more heated by moving his lips sloppily with hers.

Hanako moves [Name] to her bed, not breaking away from her lips. They both fell on the mattress while they were kissing and now Hanako was on top of her as she was underneath him. "Mmmm~ Hanako~"

"[Name], more..."

[Name] parted her lips as Hanako slips his tongue inside of her once again, exploring her wet cavern and leaves nothing unlicked. The sheets turned messy at each movement they make. Hanako pulls back, brushing his hair to the side with a smirk. "I barely did anything and you're already a hot mess~"

"Hmm~ I think I'm still needy." Hanako removes his gloves slowly with the use of his teeth. His amber eyes trailing down to her neck and chest, eyeing them with hunger causing him to lick the side of his lips. "Maybe tasting you again won't be such a bad idea~"

"What do you think? Will you let me have a taste?~"

"I don't mind, I guess..."

"Then, what if I needed more?~"

[Name] squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head away. "I'm just gonna take a tiny sip on each bite, I won't turn you into a raisin, don't worry." Hanako chuckled at her reaction, running his fingers down to her neck. "Just hold my hand again if you feel scared."

"Please be gentle..." [Name] pleaded.

"I'll try not to make it deep." Hanako assured her in which the latter nodded gravely. Hanako hooks his finger to her sleeves and lowering it down to get a better view.

"Why did you lower my dress down?" [Name] asks, feeling a little embarrassed since she's showing too much skin. "I-It feels weird..."

"It's kinda sexy~" Hanako replied with a wink and then stared at her top half. "Besides, I can see your chest better this way~"

"H-Hanako—" Hanako cuts her off by planting a soft kiss on her neck to stop her from talking. [Name] gives in too much when it comes to Hanako like an insect waltzing to a spider's web on purpose.

Not that she's complaining. [Name] is letting Hanako bite her, letting him taste her blood that excites his taste buds. She can feel him breathing against her neck. "Okay, I'll start now..."

A small squeak escapes from her lips as [Name] felt his fangs sinking down her skin, then pulling away with a bit of blood on his teeth. Hanako starts to suck the blood that is coming out from the bite. "H-Hanako-kun..." [Name] whimpered, tears forming from the corners of her eyes.

"So sweet..." Hanako licks off the running blood from her neck. "I need more..."

Hanako did the same with [Name]'s shoulders and near her chest. He wipes the bites after he took small sips of her blood with tissues. Hanako moves down to her thigh, giving it a small bite as the crimson liquid runs down in his mouth. "H-Hanako-kun~" [Name] calls him in a weak voice. "I-I think that's enough..."

"Alright then," Hanako tore his mouth away from her thigh, licking the remaining blood on his fingers and the bite mark. "Thanks for the dessert~"

"It's like you're treating me more like a dessert than an actual person." [Name] pouted.

"Sorry dear, I have a sweet tooth. You know I can't resist sweet things like you~"

[Name] initiated the kiss first, which caught Hanako off guard but he went along with it by taking the lead midway. She can probably taste her own blood since Hanako fed off her blood recently. His hands slithered down to fondle with her chest. "Mmmm~ Hanako-kun... more please..."

"You're liking this aren't you?" Hanako whispers softly in which [Name] nods her head timidly. Hanako pulls her up by her legs and wrapped them around his torso, setting her on his lap. "Look at you all hot and bothered~"

"So soft..." Hanako digs his face between her chest, inhaling her scent. [Name] patted his hair, sometimes his duality is concerning. Like a minute ago, he was ravishing her body and now he's a soft boy.

"For someone who has lived longer, you sure do act like a kid, Hanako-kun." [Name] softly said as she played with his hair. Hanako chuckled smugly and lifted his head.

"I may act like a child, but I know how to please a woman~" He smirked. His eyes glowed an ominous gold as his fangs shimmered against the candle light.

Color filled [Name’s] cheeks. "Aish you’re such a tease-" [Name] pouted and smacked his head while he laughed. Hanako leans in for a kiss, then a loud crash can be heard from outside of the room. "What was that?!"

"It's probably something else." Hanako sweatdrops, looking over to the door. "I'll check it out later, I still have to finish my treat." Hanako turns to her and smiled innocently.

[Name] was panting heavily as Hanako was groping her chest while marking her all over her top half. 'He's definitely enjoying this.' She thought as a soft moan came out of her lips. "What if someone sees the marks?"

"Then they'll know you belong to me~" Hanako smirked, cupping her cheeks and kissing her abruptly. [Name] started to unbutton his top as Hanako guides her hands till it was fully off to reveal his white undershirt. "[Name]..."

"Do you love me?" Hanako asks, his eyes turning soft towards [Name] and a small blush can be seen on his cheeks.

"Of course, Hanako-kun." [Name] smiled at the male in front of her. "I love you."

"I love you too." Hanako replied, his hand sneaking behind her, slowly lowering the zipper of her dress. Hanako connected his lips once again as he toppled on top of [Name].

It's up to your imagination on what happens next~

The next day, Hanako was back in his quarters to do his task with [Name] helping him organize the files. The telephone rang on Hanako's table, startling him a bit. "Hello, this is the manager speaking." He greeted.

"Hi, I would like to file a complaint." The guest started to speak from the other line. "Last night I heard some noises coming which made difficulty for me to sleep, maybe you can find the source of the noise? It sounded like a girl's voice if I can remember."

Hanako and [Name] knew what the person meant. [Name] blushed heavily, covering her whole face as Hanako whistled innocently. "Thank you for calling dear guest, I'll be sure to find the source of the voice and maybe I'll have a nice discussion with them~" Hanako wiggled his eyebrows at [Name], knowing that those sounds came from her.

After the call, Hanako grinned teasingly at [Name]. "I didn't know you were that loud last night~"

a/n: guess what, there's a part two :') and due to the law of nature i updated :)

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hello! First of all I have to say that your writing is the best I have read so far and you have a way with words that has me going crazy at 3 am 🤣🤣 I wanted to suggest a short story where Levi and the reader have feelings for each other and are on a mission together. Then it starts to rain and it gets really cold at night so they’re forced to seek shelter and have to spend the night together in an abandoned old house until the rain stops, and they basically get to know each other better and eventually start flirting ya know ya know? 😗Thank you so much and please feel free to add any more ideas you may have 😁

ahhh the classic, stuck with a stranger trope. I dig it :) 

Summary: You spend a rainy night with your bitter captain

Word Count: 1.8K

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The rain felt like needles as you rode into the wind, your cloak felt heavy and waterlogged as you struggled to see through the shower. You had lost your squad, leaving you alone in the middle of titan country. Your gear felt light, meaning that your blades were nearly gone and gas as well. In other words, you were royally fucked. 

Your horse was huffing, sides rising and falling deeply as she tried to hold the pace you had set. Her head bobbed and you threaded your fingers through her mane and stood on the saddle to ease the weight on her back, and allow her to resume her natural gait. 

Just as you emerged from the thin thicket of trees you had been riding in, you spotted a small cabin, and a black horse tied up out front. You recognized Captain Levi’s stallion and felt relief flood through you. You steered your mare towards the squat building and swung off once she came to a halt. Tying her up next to Levi’s stallion before jogging up the stairs. You lifted your hand and pounded on the door, a flash of lightning illuminated your form when Levi pulled the door open. His hair was dripping wet as was his clothes. 

“Cadet (L/n), surprised you made it this far.” He scoffed before turning and stalking back into the cabin. 

“Captain....the formation is broken.” You stated the obvious, unsure of how to respond to his jab. 

“No shit, this damn rain fucks with the signals. Seen it before.” You almost weren’t sure if he even said the last part since he muttered it so quietly. 

“So what do we do?” You asked, clutching your cloak anxiously. 

“We wait it out idiot.” Levi grunted as he began rummaging around the small cabin’s kitchen drawers. 

“What...about the formation?” 

“The formation doesn’t exist anymore, what matters now is getting back to the wall.” 

You remained silent, stunned by the gravity of the situation you’d found yourself in. 

“Shitty eyebrows needs to stop putting the fucking formation on a pedestal, you brats need to learn how to act at your own discretion.” Levi continued as he pawed through a drawer, he pulled his hand out holding two stones. Flint, to be precise, he had already taken some of the firewood that had been sitting in the cabin and chucked it into the fireplace. You wondered how long it had sat there in the lonely cabin, who had gathered it? A child maybe? When you were younger, you had lived on a farm with your family, raising horses for the military. One of your many jobs had been to get firewood. You wondered what had happened to the people who lived here before, wondered if they could ever return. 

“Oi, take off those boots. Just because nobody’s lived here in three years doesn’t mean you get to track mud inside.” He scolded and you quickly stripped yourself of your mud caked boots. 

“Yes sir.” You grumbled as you numbly wandered into the kitchen, pausing when you found a small corn husk doll, very similar to the ones you once made. You picked it up, cradling its head as you held it up in the dim light. The sound of stones clicking and then the crackle of a small fire brought you back. You turned to see Levi hanging his cloak and jacket by the flames. 

“Take off your cloak and jacket.” He ordered and you placed the doll down to fulfill his command. You shivered in just your shirt, which was soaked, the olive colored fabric nearly see through due to the wetness. Levi averted his eyes as he snatched your jacket and cloak from you. You dropped down to sit on the floor near the fire, staring into the flames as you allowed your mind to wander. Levi sat down as well, crossing his legs and closing his eyes as he tried to even out his breathing. The only sound was the crackling fire and the patter of rain on the old roof. You had nearly forgotten how it sounded, having lived in the castle for years now, the cozy cabin brought you back to your childhood. And before you could think better of it, you asked: 

“Where are you from captain?” 

“None of your concern.” He grunted, eyes still closed and face lacking any signs of emotion. 

“Well, where I’m from, when it rained like this...we’d go outside and-” 

“I didn’t fucking ask. Now shut up and go to sleep or something.” 

“There’s no need to be so bitter Captain.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and angling your shoulders away from him, the sting of his words. You sighed heavily and fell flat on your back, staring up at the rafters, a drop of water seeped through and landed right on your nose and you let out a huff of disgust. 

“....Look” Levi’s voice was heavy and less annoyed than previously. 

“If talking...makes you feel better about all of this....then I guess I don’t mind listening.” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, bangs obscuring the top half of his face as he studied you, splayed out on the floor. 

“....Thanks.” 

“As I was saying, when I was younger, I used to be scared of thunder storms. But my grandma, she would make this cake. She called it thunder cake.” You closed your eyes and a dreamy smile curled onto your lips. Levi felt a pang of jealousy, being nearly 28, one would think that he could get over his childhood. But he just couldn’t seem to, he wished he grew up in the sunshine, known his family, gotten to be scared of thunder instead of men in the underground. 

“-it wasn’t really anything special, just a lemon cake. But making it during the storm...she said it was magic, and you know.....I believed her.” Your voice cracked and Levi frowned, he remembered that naivety, how his mother would tell him about fairies or goblins. He had believed those stories for a time as well. But when she had died, he no longer saw beauty in the world. How could he? 

“She was so smart Captain. She knew everything, how to treat a tooth ache, how to make the best bread, break a horse. I wish I could be half as wise as her.” You continued, Levi turned to look at you, your usually bright eyes seemed distant and foggy, mouth screwed into a frown, your bottom lip trembling. 

“When she died, I felt so alone. I couldn’t compare, how could I? She was so strong and, I was just a shitty kid.” You scoffed bitterly, Levi understood your pain deeply, loosing people was something he was all too familiar with. He blindly reached out and let his hand awkwardly fall over your own. You froze, head turning to look at him. 

“How about you? What did your...parent do to help you through the scary parts?” You asked, eyes wide and hopeful. Levi’s jaw locked as he tried to wrack his brain for something to say, you had just been so vulnerable with him. How could he not repay the favor? Especially if the two of you would die in this shitty cabin. 

“She would....give me a bath, or we’d clean the house.” He said with a curt nod, remembering his mother pouring soapy water over him after he had scrapped his knee, or cried so hard that his eyes were nearly swollen shut. Yes, that was the truth, they would take a bath and then she’d tell him those shitty stories. 

“That sounds nice.” You said wistfully as you turned your hand to lace your fingers with his. You sensed his tension and decided to carry on telling your own story. 

“I hated cleaning, my grandma used it as punishment for me. Like when I was 10 I threw eggs at the neighbor boy after he lifted my skirt up.” You chuckled lowly at the memory. 

“Sounds like he deserved it.” Levi said with the smallest of smiles. You beamed up at him and nodded. 

“Yeah, he sure did. My grandma made me clean the coop for two weeks after that, and the stables.” You giggled, squeezing his hand as you laughed. He felt another wave of jealousy, wishing he had memories like yours. 

“And you? Did you ever get in trouble?” You asked, rolling onto your side, pulling your hand free from his, he immediately missed the contact, not that he would admit it though. 

“That’s all I did when I was younger.” Levi scoffed, looking down at you with a gleam of amusement in his gaze. 

“What kind of trouble?” You pressed, resting your chin on your palm as you stared up at him. 

“I bet it was with girls, you seem to be popular with the cadets.” You teased and Levi’s nose wrinkled in disgust. 

“No, more like I was stealing and selling government property illegally.” He scoffed, reaching his hand down to ruffle your damp hair, you let out a bark of laughter as he grabbed the roots of your hair and shook your head playfully. 

“Yeah right, you’re the strictest of all the squad leaders, as if I would believe-” 

“I grew up in the underground, didn’t matter down there, just did what I had to do to put food on the table.” He shrugged, trying to keep the atmosphere light, yet stay honest with you. 

“No way....that’s impressive captain-”

“Levi, call me Levi.” He said, withdrawing his hand and leaning back against the couch that was behind the two of you. 

“Okay then...Levi, I call bullshit.” You said, propping yourself up on your elbow and beaming up at him. Levi glared down at you, not sure if he liked the defiance or loathed it. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed, but your eyes never strayed from his and he let out a scoff. 

“It’s true, I was born a bastard and escaped through the military.” You raised your brows at this, you hadn’t expected him to be honest. 

“I...admire you for that, takes a strong person to overcome things like that.” You said a tad sheepishly as you averted your gaze, feeling like you had overstepped some boundaries. 

“We all face our own challenges..” Levi muttered, eyes still locked on you. 

“That is true.” You agreed, with a small smile thrown his way. The rain still pounded against the windows and your gaze strayed to them, watching the water stream off of the roof. 

“This will all be a bad memory in the morning.” Levi said, following your gaze, he recalled how you said you’d been afraid of thunder when you were younger. He wondered if you still harbored that fear. 

“I don’t think it will, I hope I can look back on it fondly.” You said, turning and smiling softly up at him, and Levi’s stomach began doing flips, his cheeks flushing at the sentiment behind your words. 

“Yeah....whatever, just go to sleep brat.” He grunted, reaching down and ruffling your hair once more, you giggled and laid down, soothed to sleep by the feeling of his hand in your hair and the sound of rain on window panes.